Prospekt's March / Poppyfields lyrics
Smoke is rising from the houses
People bury in the day I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can't get I ask you if you remember Prospekt how could I forget Drums, here it comes Don't you wish your life could be as simple As fishes 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 But 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 And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
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