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Suspirium - Thom Yorke (汤姆·约克)
Composer：Thom Yorke
This is a waltz thinking about our bodies
What they mean for our salvation
With only the clothes that we stand up in
Just the ground on which we stand
Is the darkness ours to take
Bathed in lightness bathed in heat
All is well as long as we keep spinning
Here and now dancing behind a wall
When the old songs and laughter we do
Are forgiven always and never been true
When I arrive will you come and find me
Or in a crowd be one of them
Wore the wrong sign back beside her
Know tomorrow's at peace
