Lyrics
Put your hair back
We get to leave
Eleven shadows
On your sleeve
Shallow figure
Winner's paid
Eleven shadows
Way out of place
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on
And stay real close
Who might leave you
Where I left off?
A perfect circle
Of acquaintances and friends
Drink another
And coin a phrase
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon
Shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon
Try to win
And suit your needs
Speak out sometimes
But try to win
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed
Shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon
Standing too soon
Standing too soon
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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