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Джон Фрусчанте Джон ФрусчантеРок музыкант, гитарист, певец, автор песен

The First Season

Let the pretend take over

And that season be the first

Shadows we're in become us

So we set up interspersed

Between here and away

Become your space every day

When it changes up my row

It slates when time will turn to a room

Light starts being there

To talk about all he's feeling for the moon

To even the lie damn him

In that halo


Round that halo


It hangs by evil

You revolve now with my echo

You rose interwound

Actually people in the wrong

Come through and go on

Leave my lonely mind a cell

Keep flowing on a drill

I keep holding on to myself

Be humble, take it the slow way

As I'm aloud

Even holding on

My cell of space that holds me

Джон Фрусчанте

The First Season / Джон Фрусчанте

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