REM loves you

What do i want from you
What do i want from me

Chased by a bear on a hill
My dad was nowhere in sight
Yard full of snakes
Surrounding me
Forced me to be quiet

I'm slipping into
Theta's great dark hall
I'm slipping into
That masquerade ball

And i'll be ready for the winter
I'll be ready



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Writer(s): Jim Stirling
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