The Real

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                             The Real - John Frusciante

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I don't know the real from what I
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 thought I saw
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I can't remember where I went 
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Where I was
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 I'm gonna move towards a point 
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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 
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thoughts
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 Some of them yours and some I 
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thought up
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 There's no good reason for 
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heartbreak
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 Nothing's repeating every monday
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 It's no good saying you'll 
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always be mine
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 These jokes life's playing they 
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make me so tired

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