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The breath of the morning, i keep forgetting
the smell of a warm summer air
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
and you watch your feet for cracks in the pavementUp above, aliens hover
making home movies, for the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
drill holes in themselves, and live with their secretsThey're all uptightI wish they'd sweep down
in a country lane, late at night when i'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
and show me the world as i'd love to see itI'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me
they'd think that i'd finally lost it completelyI'd show them the stars and the meaning of life
They'd shut me away, but i'd be alright.Uptight, i'm just uptight. radiohead - subterranean homesick alien
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