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| R.E.M. Dead Letter Office Burning Down From the back of my neck, oh oh oh Wired a glass jaw, oh oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew's-harp, you're reeking gin Running water in a sinking boat Going under but they've got your goat Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound? Johnny Mike is reading in the yard His story's timely, oh oh oh What river is it anyway, radio Not in a boat, in your ear Running water in a sinking boat Going under but they've got your goat Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound? You pick your island in the sun Take your island off he's got a gun Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound? He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh You can pick your island in the sun Take your island off he's got a gun Running water in a sinking boat Going under but they've got your goat Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound Burning down - can't you see that my hands are bound? |
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