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All lyrics © Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe
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| Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing, I'm very scared for this world, I'm very scared for me... | |
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| Here's a scene, You're in the back seat, laying down the windows wrap around, To sound of the travel and the engine, All you hear is time stand still in travel | |
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| And feel such peace and absolute tranqulity, The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen, And they are there for you, For you alone you are the everything | |
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| Looks like you're trying to write a song that can find purhcase with the emotionally disenfranchised! | |
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