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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
R.E.M.
Performer
Peter Buck
Guitar
Michael Stipe
Vocals
Bill Berry
Drums
Mike Mills
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Buck
Songwriter
Mike Mills
Songwriter
Michael Stipe
Songwriter
Bill Berry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R.E.M.
Producer
Scott Litt
Producer
Clif Norrell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Keys cut, three for the price of one
And nothing's free, but guaranteed for a lifetime's use
I've changed the locks, and you can't have one
You, you know the other two
The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear
I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway
Hey, love, look into your glovebox heart
What is there for me inside, this love is tired
I've changed the locks, have I misplaced you?
Have we lost our minds?
Will this never end?
It could depend on your take
You, me, we used to be on fire
If keys are all that stand between
Can I throw in the ring?
No gasoline, just fuck me, kitten
You are wild, and I'm in your possession
Nothing's free, so fuck me, kitten
I'm in your possession
So fuck me, kitten
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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