R.E.M. - What's The Frequency, Kenneth?

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"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
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I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
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I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
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Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
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I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
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You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh


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I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
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Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
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A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth
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You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
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I never understood the frequency, uh-huh


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Solo:


A               D               Bm                      G                     A        D       A       G
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
A            D       Bm                    G               A           D        Bm       E
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
G                                      A
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth
D                 A        D        G            A          A       G       A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
D         A               D       G              A           A       G       A
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
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You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
G             A
I couldn't understand
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You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
G             A
I couldn't understand
D                 A        D        G             A           A
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
G            A
I couldn't understand
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I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh