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Thom Yorke sings cryptic lyrics that are typically strange and alluring, equating adore with drowning and remaining eaten by worms. “I abide by to the edge with the Earth,” he sings. “And drop off.” It'd be the band’s most beautiful minute. The Surrey, England trio Bros epitomized the late Eighties Youthful Conservative air of steely res