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    Can't get the stink off
    He's been hanging 'round for days
    Comes like a comet
    Suckered you but not your friends

    One day he'll get to you
    And teach you how to be a holy cow

    You do it to yourself, you do
    And that's why it really hurts
    Is that you do it to yourself, just you
    You and no one else
    You do it to yourself
    You do it to yourself

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    Don't get my sympathy
    Hanging out the fifteenth floor
    You've changed the locks three times
    He still comes reeling through the door

    One day I'll get to you
    And teach you how to get to purest hell

    You do it to yourself, you do
    And that's why it really hurts
    Is that you do it to yourself, just you
    You and no one else
    You do it to yourself
    You do it to yourself

    You do it to yourself, you do
    And that's why it really hurts
    Is that you do it to yourself, just you
    You and no one else
    You do it to yourself
    You do it to yourself
    Self

    (You do it to yourself)
    (You do it to yourself)
    (Oh, you do it to yourself)
    (Oh, you do it to yourself)

    Song details

    Composition: Thom Yorke, Edward O Brien, Colin Greenwood, Jonny Greenwood, and Philip Selway

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