What is anything anywayBut a series of things running through your brainAll of the fucked things you doAll the product of whats happened to youWhat ever you create from loveIs a gift from a place which some call aboveCuz only the forces of hate and loveOne breaks things down and one builds them upRead more: John Frusciante - One More Of Me Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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