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Genie let out of the bottle,
It is now the witching hour.
Genie let out of the bottle,
It is now the witching hour.
Murderers, you're murderers!
We are not the same as you.
Genie let out of the bottle,
Funny how, funny how
When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
When the walls bend, when the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
With your breathing
They will suck you down to the other side
To the shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells
Shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm bells
They should be ringing
This is the gloaming
And the walls bend, and the walls bend
With your breathing, with your breathing
And the walls bend, and the walls bend
What is he doin' what is he doin'
This is the gloaming!
Original text by THOM YORKE
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