REM = The END
O fim de uma das melhores bandas de sempre 
I don’t need no persuading
I’ll trip, fall, pick myself up and
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold my love me or leave me high.
If I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
I just want to hold my head up high
I din’t care what I have to step over
I’m prepared to look you in the eye
Look me in the eye
And if you see familiarity
Yhen celebrate the contradiction
Help me when I fall to
Walk unafraid
