Leave All The Days Behind
(John Frusciante)
You fall around these times
Were you made me going down
Leave all the days behind
That made you run
I shall forget the days
That you don't me, too
I was such a waiste
When I cut myself out
Now the fall is over, baby
You're the same
But I'll break your
Find them Slow
In all these times afraid
To find the room
That you have to take
There is no other way
It's for
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