John Frusciante - Leaving All The Days Behind (Cut Myself Out) | Текст песни

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• John Frusciante
• Leaving All The Days Behind (Cut Myself Out)

You fooled around these times
You made me come, dear
Leave all the days behind that made you run
I shall forget the days that you told me to
I was such a waste when I cut myself out
Now the fall is over, baby
You'll descend but I don't need you finding slow
And all these times are free to walk the room
That you have to take, there is no other way
Its forces will revolve you, though you want me to
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it feel right
So how we'll wait from old to young
Now the world is small
Oh oh yeah aaah aaaaaaa