A
self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
your warning rings across the street
in algebra, in algebra
the fences that you cannot climb
the sentences that do not rhyme
the sentences that do not rhyme
in all that you can ever change
the one you're looking for
the one you're looking for
it gets you down
there's no spark
no light in the dark
there's no spark
no light in the dark
down
it gets you
you travel far
it gets you
you travel far
what have you found?
that there's no time
to analyse
that there's no time
to analyse
to think things through
to make sense
to make sense
like candles in the city
you'll never look so pretty
while powercuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies
you'll never look so pretty
while powercuts and blackouts
sleeping like babies
it gets you down
you're just playing a part
you're playing a part
you're just playing a part
you're playing a part
oh there's no time to
analyse(Analyse-Thom Yorke)
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