Slow Down Lyrics – John Frusciante

Severed hands of tragedy
Tears of the men and stolen
All tried to pass their children
All tried to kiss them somehow

What’s here to feel this morning
Formed into a worn of gun
Wondered how it liked the days if
They’re inside and now you’re dead though

Whoa
Ooh
No one go on home
In down

Reach out
In front of
An a medallion
When I beat the world

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John Frusciante Lyrics – Slow Down

John Frusciante

Slow Down