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Thom Yorke - Unmade (Live from Electric Lady Studios)

unmade, unmade
I swear that there's nothing up my sleeves
and then back again
I swear there's nothing
unmade
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“This is a waltz thinking of our bodies/ What they mean for our salvation/ With only the clothes we rise with/ Only the ground we stand on/ Is the darkness ours, there to take?/ Bathed in lightness, immersed in warmth/ All is well, as long as we keep spinning/ Her… more
Track 05 - Unmade