R.e.m. - 9-9

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, hesitate.

Got to punch...Right on target.
Twisting tongues gotta stripe down his back all nine yards down her back.
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers.
Turn to lies and conversation fear.

What is in my mind?
What is in my mind?

Steady repetition is a compulsion mutually reinforced.
Now what does that mean?
Is there a just contradiction?

Nothing much. Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, oh come on, hesitate, hesitate.

Got to punch...Right on target.
Twisting tongues gotta stripe down his back all nine yards down her back.
Give me a couple, don't give me a couple of pointers.
Turn to lies and conversation fear.

Conversation fear. Conversation fear.
Conversation fear.

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