John Frusciante - Slow Down | Текст песни

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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 gun (???)
wondered how it liked the days if
they're inside and now you're dead though (???)

whoooooooaaaaahhhhhhhh
oooooooooooo

I basically have no
clue on the lyrics of the last verse.

No one go on home
in down
reach out
in front of
an a medalion
when I beat the world
some........ (???)

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