Prospekt's March/Poppyfields
Smoke is rising from the houses
People bury in their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet
People talkin' without speakin'
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?
Drums
Here it comes
Don't you wish that life could be as simple
As fish swimming round in a barrel?
When you've got the gun
Oh and I run
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get behind a kind of control
But I wasn't one
Now here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
And here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die
On my own here tonight
But here I lie
On my own in a separate sky
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