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A stumbling few days. I wobbled.

As usual, Thom Yorke has it all:

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there

There’s always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don’t reach out, don’t reach out)
Stay away from these rocks – we’d be a walking disaster (don’t reach out, don’t reach out)
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder)
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder)

Why so green and lonely
Heaven sent you to me
We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen

Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there

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