or
R.E.M.

Hey baby!
This is not a challenge, just means that I love you as much as I always said I did
I was wrong
I have been laughable, wrong
Sand-paper, paper-mache, chalk, hung out wet.

Oh the city! We all scan now, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Well I didn't have to be afraid, I didn't have to be so stupid.
I can see myself.
I can feel

With just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was
Lets all get on with it
Now!

Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Laughing
Discoverer!

From the cross Houston where I am
I see the city rise up tall
The opportunities
The possibilities
I have never felt so called

Remember the vodka-espresso night of discovery?
Remember that
Laughing
Discovery
Oh how I look back and reflect
How I felt it
I was sick
I don't have to feel so wrong
Now I wake up dreaming saffron, turmeric and brass

With just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was
Let's all get on with it
Now!

With just the slightest bit of finesse
I might have made a little less mess
But it was what it was
Lets all get on with it
Now!

Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!
Discoverer!

Written by BUCK, PETER LAWRENCE / MILLS, MICHAEL E. / STIPE, MICHAEL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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