25 July 2010

gush

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"A self-fulfilling prophecy
Of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down
There's no spark
No light in the dark..."
thom yorke analyze

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