(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
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(chorus)
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We'll stumble through the yard
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We'll stumble through the yard
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We'll stumble through the A-P-T
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We'll stumble through the yard
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Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star
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Yellow mixed with golden hue
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Scan the graveyard, dead there be
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Ball and chain, ball and chain
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Ball and chain, ball and chain
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(repeat chorus 2x)
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It was round about midnight. Hipster town
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Imagine going for a walk
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Things get around to taking place. It's not a waste of time
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The rich got a little poorer
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Things get around to taking place. If they're gonna happen at all
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Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff
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It was round about midnight. Hipster town
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It was round about midnight. Hipster town
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(repeat chorus)
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Stumble
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| R.E.M. |
