So Fast, So Numb
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From: New Adventures In Hi-Fi
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(official lyrics, published in Austrian magazine Club OE3)
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you're moving through rough waters,
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motor boy,
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and swimming in your sleep.
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how could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
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not to see there's something wounded deep.
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anyone could scratch your surface now,
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it's all amphetamine
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you're blasting yourself into the present
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to blur some past indignity, say that,
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you say that
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you hate it.
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you want to re-create it
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I've been around, I've been your lover.
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I let it go, kill devil hills.
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you're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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that you can't even feel.
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you're drinking raw adrenal baby,
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and dosey dosey doe.
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You're eating cartilage. shark-eyes. shark-heart.
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all present tense.
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boy, your blood is running cold.
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listen. this is now. this is here.
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this is me. this is what I wanted
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you to see.
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that was then. that was that.
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that is gone. that is past.
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you cast yourself, cast.
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passed by, thrown down fast. you say.
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you say that
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you hate it.
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but you want to recreate it.
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I've played this round, I've played your lover.
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I've played it out and to the hilt.
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you're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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that you can't even feel.
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you love it.
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you hate it.
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you want to re-create it.
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now this is here. this is me.
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this is what I wanted
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you to see.
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that was then. that was that.
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that is gone. that is what
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I wanted you to feel.
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you love it.
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you hate it.
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I'm spitting out the bitter pill.
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I've been around, I've been your lover
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I let it go, kill devil hills.
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you're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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that you can't even feel.
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I've played this round, I've played your lover.
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I've played it out and to the hilt.
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you're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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that you can't even feel.
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you've played around, you played me lover.
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I let it go, kill devil hills.
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you're moving so hard, so fast, so numb
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that you can't even feel.
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(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
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You're movin' through rough waters motel boy,
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And swimming in your sleep
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How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
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Not to see there's something wounded deep?
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Anyone could scratch your surface now,
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It's all amphetamine
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You're blasting yourself into the present
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Learn some vast indignity, say that,
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You say that you hate it,
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You want to recreate it
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I've been around, I've been your lover
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill,
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You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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That you can't even feel
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You're drinking the raw Drano baby,
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You do-si-do, saddo
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You're you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense,
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And boy your blood is running cold
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Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me,
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This is what I wanted you to see
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That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past,
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You cast yourself cast, passed by, thrown down fast, you say
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You say that you hate it
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You want to recreate it
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I've played this round, I've played your lover
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I've played it out to the hilt
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You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb
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That you can't even feel
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You love it, you hate it
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You want to recreate it
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Now, this is here, this is me,
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This is what I wanted you to see
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That was then, was that, that is gone
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That is what I wanted you to feel
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You love it, you hate it
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You spit it out, the bitter pill
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I've been around, I've been your lover
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill
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You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
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That you can't even feel
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I've played this round, I've played your lover
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I've played it out to the hilt
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You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb
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That you can't even feel
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You played around, you played me lover,
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I let it go at Kill Devil Hill
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You're moving so hard, so fast, so numb
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That you can't even feel
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So Fast, So Numb
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| R.E.M. |
