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      while you make pretty speeches, i'm being cut to shreds. you feed me to the lions, a delicate balance. i am in complete love with thom yorke's work. it doesnt talk shit about me behind my back. it doesn.t lie to my face. it shows me truth like mercy. it gives what it is. it pulls me in and lets me out. it has nothing to prove. -i/m tired of talking shit. i wanna suck it up and savour. come love thom yorke with me. |