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R.E.M.



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King Of Birds





A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone



A mean idea to call my own



Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young



There's time to teach, point to point,



Point observation, children carry reservations



Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.



A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly







Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song



Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on



(Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,



there's time to teach, point to point,



point observation, children carry reservations).



Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold



A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away, away.







I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice



Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young



There's time to teach, point to point



Point observation, children carry reservations



Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold



A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away







Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground.