Slow Down
John Frusciante
Severed hands of tragedy
Tears of the men and stolen
All tried to pass their children
All tried to kiss them somehow
Whats here to feel this morning
Formed into a worn of good
Wondered how it liked the days if
They're inside and now you're dead though
No one go on home
And now
Reach out
In front of
An a medallion
When I beat the world
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