Black Swan

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ACRon, Jun 15, 2007.

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  1. ACRon

    ACRon Well-Known Member

    What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
    It's the price you gotta pay
    Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
    Buy a ticket and get on the train
    Buy a ticket and get on the train

    Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
    Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

    People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
    And laid down in the bed you made
    You have tried your best to please everyone
    But it just isn't happening
    No, it just isn't happening

    And it's fucked up, fucked up
    And this is fucked up, fucked up
    This your blind spot, blind spot
    It should be obvious, but it's not.
    But it isn't, but it isn't

    You cannot kickstart a dead horse
    You just crush yourself and walk away
    I don't care what the future holds
    Cause I'm right here in your arms today
    With your fingers you can touch me

    I'm your black swan, black swan
    But I made it to the top, made it to the top
    This is fucked up, fucked up

    You are fucked up, fucked up
    This is fucked up, fucked up

    Be your black swan, black swan
    I'm for spare parts, broken up




    This is a song by Thom Yorke
     
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