Analyse Thom Yorke
1. C
A self-fulfilling prophecy Of endless possibility
You ro[Ab]ll in reams acr[G]oss the street In algebra, in algebra[Fm]
2. C
The fences that you cannot climb The sentences that do not rhyme
In al[Ab]l that you can ev[G]er change The one you're looki[Fm]ng for
It gets you [C]down (X2)
[Bb]There's no [Ab]spark
[G] No light in the [Fm]dark
It gets you [C]down (X2)
You [Bb]traveled [Ab]far
[G] What have you [Fm]found
That there's no t[C]ime
There[C]'s no time
To anal[Bb]yse[Ab]
[G] To think thin[Fm]gs through
T[E]o mak[Fm]e sense
3. C
Like cows in the city They never looked so pretty
By po[Ab]wer carts and bl[G]ackouts Sleeping l[Fm]ike babies
It gets you [C]down (X2)
You're just playing a part[Bb] [Ab]
[G] You're just playing a [Fm]part
You're playing a part Play[C]ing a part
And there's no ti[Bb]me There's [Ab]no [G]time[Fm]
To analy[C]se Analyse
[Bb]Analy[Ab]se
[G] Anal[Fm]yse[C]
tabbed by Nathan McConnell for Acoustic guitar
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