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John Frusciante - Cut-Out lyrics
Your number fakes coming along without you Knowing a shift took place Your father hooks a wing about you If you flail this broken sword around you'll Cut nothing up Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues Moments take each others place Born and forgotten the same way Hey, I'll pay to to cut me out A blower of hot flesh is a baby That's the first white stuff I sucked To feed this open fire with a windy day Moments take each others place Born and forgotten the same way Neve knowing who you are |
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