I Froze Up
(Thom Yorke)
You're the light wiping out my batteries
You're the cream in my airport coffies
I don't know why I stick with you
If I had a choice
Like lambs into the slaughter
Like cows to the (thorn) storm above : can't hear that word
You're the genie of my lamp
I could have in anyone
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
Like this...
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
If you try to strangle a skylark
Try cut it up, to see how it works
Stalactites and stalagmites
Rows of never open doors
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Like this...
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