I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!

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I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars

I walk streets of Japan till I get lost
With a graveyard tan and carrying a cross
I like studying faces in a parking lot
I like driving backwards in the fog
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
I like gospel music and canned applause
I like colorful clothing in the sun
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything