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Radiohead - Backdrifts.....

We're rotten fruit
We're damaged goods
What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose
One burst and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifting
This far but no further
I'm hanging off a branch
I'm teetering on a breaker
Honey sweets, so fall asleep
I'm backsliding

You fell into her arms
You fell into her arms
We tried but there was nothing we could do
Nothing we could do
All evidence has been buried
All tapes have been erased
But your footsteps give you away
So you're backtracking

Uh, uh, uh, you fell into her arms
You fell into our arms
We tried but there was nothing we could do
Nothing we could do
You fell into our
You fell into a

We're rotten fruit
We're damaged goods
What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose
One burst and we will probably crumble
We're backdrifters....

The Smile - The SAME

We don't need to fight
Look towards the light
Grab it in with both hands
What you know is right
Somebody's falling down
Somebody's telling lies
Simple-ass motherfuckers
With one mistake after another

People in the streets
Please
People in the streets

Somebody's hearing voices
(Somebody's going down, down, down)
They're going down, going down, going down

People in the streets
Please
We all want the same
Please
We are all the same
Pleasе
We all want the same
Plеase

We are all the same
We all want the same
We are all the same

The Smile - Speech Bubbles! 🕉️🙏......

We run for the hills
We run like fools
Our city is aflame
The bells ringing
The bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now there's never any place
Never any place to put my feet back down
No, there's never anywhere
Scene is rolled away, lights are taken down
On a newspapers stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight upon
Well, I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who'll find a cab
In the pouring rain?
Who'll find a vein
To put the needle in?
Who hears that voice
That's like bells ringing?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?
How will I know you?