John Frusciante The Past Recedes
As far as my solo record, I don t want a gold record or anything, I m happy to be small and to have the people appreciate the music who really like me for being me. John Frusciante Lyrics: One, Two, Three, Four And then the past recedes And I won t be involved The effort to be free Seems pointless from above You re looking down at me I d rather stay below Than have you staring up at me Is nowhere I want to go Ay, this business of how long we try to stay alive Why to be here you first got to die So I gave it a try And what do you know Time was so long ago And things come back you see To where they don t belong And every drop of sea is the whole ocean I lied to the greatest thieves About anything and everything I m a figure of forgotten speech I m out of reach I can t play it safe But I might just in case I m disguised as a reaching hand I m a working man I don t understand
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