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I′m walking out in a force-ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my windowsill
Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday′s people in a scatterbrain
Any fool can easy pick a hole
I only wish I could fall in
A moving target in a firing range
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Somewhere I'm not
Scatterbrain
Lightning fuse, powercut
Scatterbrain
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Writer(s): Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Thomas Edward Yorke, Philip James Selway, Colin Charles Greenwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
