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R.E.M. - 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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