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Rem In Time The Best Of Rem 1988 2003

Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you

're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time

Mott the Hoople and the game of life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers

Humming, all the way to Reno Dusted the non-believers And challenged the laws of chance Now, sweet, you're so sugar sweet You may as well have had kicked

Receivin' department, 3 a.m. Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are posted, no callbacks complaints Everywhere is calm Hong Kong is present

Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm gasoline, I'm burnin' clean Twentieth century go to sleep You're Pleistocene, that is obscene, that is obscene

Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 AM This

my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now it's time to

This here is the place where I will be staying There isn't a number, you can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don't pick