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9-9 - R.E.M. (快转眼球乐队)

Written by：Mike Mills/Peter Buck/Michael Stipe/Bill Berry

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.

Now what does that mean?

Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.

Got to punch

Right on target

Twisting tongues

Gotta stripe down his back

All nine yards down her back

Give me a cup of charm,

Give me a cup of love,

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.

Got to punch

Right on target

Twisting tongues

Gotta stripe down his back

All nine yards down her back

Give me a cup of charm,

Give me a cup of love,

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.

What is in my mind?

What is in my mind?

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.

Now what does that mean?

Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.

Got to punch

Right on target

Twisting tongues

Gotta stripe down his back

All nine yards down her back

Give me a cup of charm,

Give me a cup of love,

Pointers turn to lies and conversation fear.

Conversation fear. Conversation fear. Conversation fear.