Smoke is rising from the houses
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People burying their dead
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I ask somebody what the time is
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But time doesn¡¯t matter to them yet
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People talking without speaking
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Trying to take what they can get
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I ask you if you remember
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Prospekt, how could I forget?
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Drums
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Here it comes
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Don¡¯t you wish that life can be as simple
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As fish swimming round in a barrel when you¡¯ve got the gun
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Oh and I¡¯ll run
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Here it comes
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Were just two little figures in a symbol
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Trying to get the other kind of control
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But I wasn¡¯t one
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But here I lie
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On my own in a separate sky
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And here I lie
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On my own in a separate sky
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I don¡¯t want to die
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On my own, here, tonight
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But here I lie
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On my own in a separate sky
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Prospekt' s March/Poppyfields
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| Coldplay |
