(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
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I don't know why you're mean to me
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When I call on the telephone
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And I don't know what you mean to me
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But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, I want to take you on
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These words, "You will be mine"
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These words, "You will be mine" all the time
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The fool might be my middle name
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But I'd be foolish not to say
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I'm going to make whatever it takes,
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Ring you up, call you down, sign your name, secret love,
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Make it rhyme, take you in, and make you mine
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These words, "You will be mine"
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These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh
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I tripped and fell. Did I fall?
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What I want to feel, I want to feel it now
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You know with love come strange currencies
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And here is my appeal:
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I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
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A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
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Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real
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These words, "You will be mine"
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These words, "You will be mine" all the time, oh
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These words, "You will be mine"
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These words, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray,
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Say, love's confined, oh
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Strange Currencies
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| R.E.M. |
