IN.C. f I walk down this hallway ton ight, it's too quiet
So I p ad through the d ark and c all you on the p hone
Push your old numbers and let your house ring
Till I wake your gho st
Let him walk down your hallway , it's not this quiet
Slide down your rece iver sp rint across the w ire
Follow my number s lide into my hand
I N.C. t's the bl aze across my night gown, it's the ph one's ring
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I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I can't drink this c offee till I put you in my cl oset
Let him shoot me down
Let him call me off
I take it from his whisper you're not that tou gh
I N.C. t's the bl aze across my night gown, it's the ph one's ring
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(Pour finir, soit:)
Kristin Hersh:
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
I think last n ight you were driving cir cles ar ound me
Michael Stipe:
You were in my dr eam, you were driving cir cles ar ound me
You were in my dr eam, you were driving cir cles ar ound me
You were in my dr eam, you were driving cir cles ar ound me
You were in my dr eam, you were driving cir cles ar ound me
You were in my dr eam, you were driving cir cles ar ound me