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• Artiste: John Frusciante
• Titre: Scratches
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The scratches of a dark night The rashes of foresight And I wanted you The weight of my freezing I had come to you The face I was given I have no similarities to The spaces in the law look Like the faces in a word book I get by The matches of opportunities The last thing I've never seen And I scream it to you The pain I was needing Was sort of true The one aim I was clearing Was the walls that grew The crazes I overlooked The leans into the kook And I did And I was screaming bloody murder When the charges came And I stopped by the road side 'Cuz this is from wehere I came My God but it's so far away It would seem accidents have gone straight to you And you've changed your point of view And the places you're going to I got Crowded I get crowded And I'm so glad that you're mine It twists up the fabric of time And I'm useless And your faces are bodies And your hands are feet Let me roll around In things I can't believe But I tried Yes I tried And I tried You know I tried