Lyrics John Frusciante

John Frusciante

One More of Me

Now that the day has come

I see myself as eveyone

I am what's all around me

No, nothing it just cannot be

Feeling has come from the sun

Like most everything and everyone

What seems lost is free from the force that slowly destroys us

And kill all matter of

Well, we don't control the chance that plays with us

And we get existence back by hurting others

And when we go the other way it's ourselves we hurt

But who pushes on through eventually will see

Every moment's first

Every moment's first

What's gone will never come back

But it exists when you think of it

And what is anything, anyway

But a series of things running through your brain

All of the fucked things you do

Are the product of what's happened to you

Whatever you create from love

Is a gift from the place which some call above

There's only the forces of hate and love

One break things down and one build them up

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah Hey

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