While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
When this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body's floating down a muddy river
Writer(s): Philip James Selway, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Thomas Edward Yorke
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