Author/Artist: John Frusciante
Title: Soul Removal
Album: Niandra LaDes (Cassette Version)
Transcribed by: Itay Auerbach
Email: itay7@newmail.net

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 a dove   is a glove            that i wear in my heart       know i like to

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 dress smart  doesn't have any part of the world of fashion     i've turn my

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 cash in        to a man who found his street               i'll think he is

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 the me--at               that i ate      to escape         from a mean

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 a         cake


  Dm      C            Bb        Am
i hold my pace for the paris and die

  G         F           E
because the part of the pie

F             G       A
that we just stand in here

      F           G      A
today put in your face

    G         F
here all over my tears

                 E
that i keep my angry

E11
whoo whoo

    F               G
cuz you keep them round

       C
i wish i could

         (?)        F
fork for my fiction too much

Em   Dm    C          Bb        A
will me to burn understand them all

	            Bb   C            D
what i mean is this boy again i can't play

      Bb   C    D               C    Bb
and i feel that today scared me away

    F
and that's song there is

                        A
i was throwing back the world

        Bb                     C                  F        A  Bb
it's as real as took of laving nothing outside my window

                   Dm      Bb
what do i have to show

                         Dm     C
to a world that the only way to destroy

      Bb              Am
is to die like a baby boy

             G     Bb
i could be a

                    (?)
i could be happy in infinity

       C           G        Bb
of the space in my eye lid

               F
but i know i'm somewhere else

          C
where the words on this page

         G                            Bb
would be the scribbling nonsense they are

                 Bbm
and you would be real

             Bb
i'll eat my last meal

     B           C#
wish you i could feel

      Ebm
but i don't know where i am

     B           C#
wish you i could feel

      Ebm
but i don't know where i am

B        C#
wish you i could feel

    Ebm              G#
but now i don't even know

        Ebm
where i am


feel a shadow man