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    I want, I want, I want searching
    I'd never been right before
    I walked right out that door
    There's a minimum for lurching
    I will erase my face
    There is no time or place
    It's just the way you are seeing
    I'm a song, I'll arrest myself
    Healing, healing
    Life is gold and omitted my home
    Reeling, reeling
    Feelings hit the door
    There's never been more than war
    Our appetites bind resisting
    There is more than fate
    There never is loss you take
    Only the wind of receiving
    I want, I want, I want
    Heaven's whore eating at my sides
    What's a goal that picks at my soul
    I never was loved before
    For who I am, no more
    The universe can be forgiving
    There is no more fate than there is no mistakes
    And mind is a big tape just playing
    I want, I want, I want
    There is you by my side
    And I want you, I need you
    In the afternoon take a bike and become you, become you

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    Composition: John Frusciante

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