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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucy O'Byrne
Lucy O'Byrne
Vocals
Youth
Youth
Bass Guitar
Davide Rossi
Davide Rossi
Violin
Michael Rendall
Michael Rendall
Programming
Tina Arena
Tina Arena
Background Vocals
Sylvia Mason-James
Sylvia Mason-James
Background Vocals
Ben Dawson
Ben Dawson
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin Greenwood
Colin Greenwood
Songwriter
Philip Selway
Philip Selway
Songwriter
Jonny Greenwood
Jonny Greenwood
Songwriter
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Songwriter
Edward O'Brien
Edward O'Brien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Youth
Youth
Producer
Davide Rossi
Davide Rossi
Producer
Michael Rendall
Michael Rendall
Recording Engineer
Nigel Wright
Nigel Wright
Mixing Engineer
Robin Sellars
Robin Sellars
Mixing Engineer
Nigel Walton
Nigel Walton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired and unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake, some carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises please
Writer(s): Philip James Selway, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Thomas Edward Yorke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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