John Frusciante
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Ah, softer rook, sweet heart, noisy waters
Peach, come shaking trance
Long benches for heads fail as, bra
Hand down, feel upon an ending, yeah
Laxatives muted in pawn soap, stop
Sight can't you, I'll see, have I'll see you
When say you do it, maybe turn the all light
Light the where wait turn, all right
Fly with me, can't, can't you fall
It's society, the fall or makes head crystal, I'll taste