R.E.M.

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Em                  G                  D                  C                  G                  D                  C

This flower is scorched, this film is on - on a maddening loop. These clothes - these clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame, it's all the same. It's all the same.

You come to me with a bone in your hand, you come to me with your hair curled tight. You come to me with positions.
You come to me with excuses, ducked out in a row. You wear me out, you wear me out.

We've been through fake-a-breakdown, self-hurt, plastics, collections, self-help, self-pain, EST, psychics, fuck all.

I was central, I had control. I lost my head. I need this, I need this.

A paper weight, a junk garage, winter rain, a honey pot. Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad. It's crazy what you could have had.

Crazy what you could have had, crazy what you could have had. I need this, I need this.
Crazy what you could have had, crazy what you could have had. I need this, I need this.

E-Bow the Letter

intro/bridge: G       Em
verse: C       G       Em       Bm       C       G       Em
chorus: D       Em

Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me, flourescent and starry - some of them, they surprise.
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4 a.m., this letter. A field of poppies, little pearls.
All the boys and all the girls, each and every one a little scary. I said your name.
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars, hash bars, cherry mash and tin-foil tiaras, dreaming of Maria Callas,
whoever she is. This fame thing, I don't get it. I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it. Maybelline eyes
and girl-as-boy moves. I can take you far. This star thing, I don't get it.

I'll take you over, there. I'll take you over, there.
Aluminum, tastes like fear. Adrenaline pulls us near.

Will you live to 83? Will you ever welcome me? Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Smoke out, drink. Here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood. These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet.
Phone, eat it, drink, just another chink. Cuts and dents they catch the light. Aluminum, the weakest link.
Well I don't want to disappoint you and I'm not here to annoint you. I would lick your feet but is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown of sadness and sorrow and who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
My loss, and here we go again.

I'll take you over, there. I'll take you over, there.
Aluminum, tastes like fear. Adrenaline pulls us near.

Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me, flourescent and starry - some of them, they surprise.
Well I can't look it in the eye, seconal, spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene, cherry-flavored neck and collar,
I can smell the sorrow on your breath. The sweat, the victory and sorrow and the smell of fear. I got it.

I'll take you over, there. I'll take you over, there.
Aluminum, tastes like fear. Adrenaline pulls us near.

Pulls us near, tastes like fear. Pulls us near, over over over over over over over over there.