歌詞

One, two, three, four This flower is scorched, this film is on On a maddening loop These clothes These clothes don't fit us right And 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 breakdowns 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 paperweight, a junk garage A winter rain, a honey pot Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged Hotline, a wanted ad It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need it, I need this It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had I need it, I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need this, I, I need this It's crazy what you could've had I need this, I need this It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had I need this, I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had Crazy what you could've had
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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