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| 6:25 | 
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Time is running out for us
But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in the wishing well For us You just move your hands upon the wall It comes to you begging you to stop Wake up But you just move your hands upon the clock Throw coins in the wishing well For us You make believe that you are still in charge (from lyricsmania.com) |
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| 2. |
| 5:18 |
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Thom Yorke Harrowdown Hill Lyrics
Don’t walk the plank like I did You will be dispensed with When you’ve become inconvienent In the harrowdown hill Where you went to school Thats where I am Thats where I’m lying down Did I fall or was I pushed? Did I fall or was I pushed? And wheres the blood? And wheres the blood? I’m coming home I’m coming home To make it all right So dry your eyes We think the same things at the same time We just cant do anything about it So don’t ask me Ask the ministry Don’t ask me Ask the ministry We think the same things at the same time There are so many of us So you can’t count We think the same things at the same time There are too many of us So you can’t count Can you see me when I’m running? Can you see me when I’m running? Away from them I can’t take their pressure No one cares if you live or die They just want me gone They want me gone I’m coming home I’m coming home To make it all right So dry your eyes We think the same things at the same time We just cant do anything about it We think the same things at the same time There are too many of us So you can’t count It was a slippery slippery slippery slope It was a slippery slippery slippery slope I feel me slipping in and out of conciousness I feel me slipping in and out of conciousness Lyrics > Thom Yorke Lyrics |
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| 3. |
| 8:06 |
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Try to save it but it doesnt come off the rock
Try to build a wall that is high enough It's all boiling over a All boiling over Try to save your house Try to save your songs Try to run But it follows you up a hill It's all boiling over All boiling over Your little voice Your little voice No more conversation No more conversation You should took me out when you had the chance You should took me out when you had the chance All the rooms were numbered And the losers turned away Don't turn away Don't turn away |
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