Текст (слова) песни: John Frusciante - Cut Myself Out
You fall around these thoughts Where you made me come, dear Leave all the days behind that made you run. I shall forget the days that you told me to I was such a waste when I cut myself out Now the fall is over baby
You`ll descend but at a rate you`ll find is slow And all these times afraid to walk the room That you have to take, there is no other way It`s forces far above you, though you want me to I`ll decorate these heights, I`ll make it fit right Somehow we wait from old to young Now the word is small Oooohaayayiahhh...............
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