(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
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Now I'm not feeding off you, I will rearrange your scales
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If I can, and I can
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March into the ocean, march into the sea
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I had a hat I put it down and it sunk, reached down,
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Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
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All the people gather
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Fly to carry each his burden
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We are young despite the years we are concern
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We are hope despite the times
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All of the sudden, these days
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Happy throngs, take this joy wherever, wherever
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I wish to meet each one of you
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And you, me, you, if I can and I can
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We have many things in common, name three
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I had a hat and it sunk, reached down,
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Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
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All the people gather
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Fly to carry each his burden
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We are young despite the years we are concern
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We are hope despite the times
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All of the sudden, these days
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Happy throngs, take this joy wherever, wherever you go
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Now I'm not feeding off you I will rearrange your scales
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If I can and I can
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I wish to eat each one of you and you, me, you
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I had a hat and it sunk, reached down,
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Yanked it up, slapped it on my head
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All the people gather
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Fly to carry each his burden
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We are young despite the years we are concern
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We are hope despite the times
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All of the sudden, these days
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Happy throngs, take this joy wherever, wherever you
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Carry each his burden
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We are young despite the years we are concern
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We are hope despite the times
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All of the sudden, these days
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Happy throngs, take this joy wherever, wherever you go
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These Days
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| R.E.M. |
