The Real

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                             The Real - John Frusciante
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I don't know the real from what I thought I saw
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I can't remember where I went Where I was
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 I'm gonna move towards a point in time
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 Where you are is a state of mind
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 And any time I can read your thoughts
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 Some of them yours and some I thought up
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 There's no good reason for heartbreak
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 Nothing's repeating every monday
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 It's no good saying you'll always be mine
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 These jokes life's playing they make me so tired

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It's already too much to always see you off
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The sense that hours go back is enough
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 I like to fade when I write this line
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 There's every reason to paint decline
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 And every mile I walk is five
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 I'll get where I'm going in the next life
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 And all the while there's a false face
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 This every killing is left untraced
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 This kind of falling saved my son
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 This constant longing's for what's gone

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What's gone...

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What's gone...

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What's gone...

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