By Michael Stipe
Date: 27 February 2000
Perfect Circle
Put your hair back, we get to leave.
Eleven gallows on your sleeve.
Sallow figure, winner's paid.
Eleven shadows way out of place.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, 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, coin a phrase.
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room.
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room.
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room.
Try to win and suit your needs.
Speak out sometimes but try to win.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room.
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