R.E.M. 9-9 Lyrics

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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 couple,
Don't give me a couple of 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 couple,
Don't give me a couple of 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,
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 couple,
Don't give me a couple of pointers,
Turn to lies and conversation fear

Conversation fear, conversation fear, conversation fear


Written by: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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