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Recorded in 1997 by Radiohead. (04:27 min)
The breath of the morningI keep forgettingThe smell of the warm summer airI live in a townWhere you can't smell a thingYou watch your feetFor cracks in the pavementUp aboveAliens hoverMaking home moviesFor the folks back homeOf all these weird creaturesWho lock up their spiritsDrill holes in themselvesAnd live for their secretsThey're all uptightUptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...I wish that they'd swoop down in a country laneLate at night when I'm drivingTake me on board their beautiful shipShow me the world as I'd love to see itI'd tell all my friendsBut they'd never believe meThey'd think that I'd finally lost it completelyI'd show them the starsAnd the meaning of lifeThey'd shut me awayBut I'd be all rightAll rightI'm all rightI'm just uptightUptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...Uptight ...
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