(Composição: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe) When I was young, a year of hate My medium, a rattlesnake When I was young and full of flight My medium, evening light When I was young and full of grace My medium, a pretty face When I was young and fever fell My medium, I would not tell I will not tell (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) (Don't be a looser) When I was young, a year of hate My medium, a rattlesnake When I was young and full of flight My medium, evening light When I was young and full of grace My medium, a pretty face When I was young and fever fell My medium, I would not tell I will not fight (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) (Don't be a looser) Can you turn the guitar up a little bit? When I would move And the wind would move And the wind would move And I would move and Our medium was a parachute Our medium When I was young and full of flight My medium, evening light When I was young and fever fell My medium, I would not tell I will not fight (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) And now I'm young and full of life Our medium, is giving up Giving in (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser) Throw those trolls away (Don't be a looser)
