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Offline Angela

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Politik
« on: August 25, 2008, 01:47:02 PM »
    

Artist:    Coldplay
Album:    A Rush of Blood to the Head
Title:    Politik

Look at the earth from outer space
Everyone must find a place
Give me time and give me space
Give me real, don't give me fake
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Give me time, give us a kiss
Tell me your own politik
And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes

Give me one, 'cause one is best
In confusion, confidence
Give me piece of mind and trust
Don't forget the rest of us
Give me strength, reserve control
Give me heart and give me soul
Wounds that heal and cracks that fix
Tell me your own politik

And open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes

But give me love over, love over, love over this, ahhh
And give me love over, love over, love over this, ahhh

"If you stop seeing the world in terms of what you like and dislike, and saw things for what they truly are, in themselves, you would have a great deal more peace in your life..."

Offline Angela

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Amsterdam
« Reply #1 on: August 25, 2008, 01:49:05 PM »
    

Artist:    Coldplay
Album:    A Rush of Blood to the Head
Title:    Amsterdam

Come on, my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
If I, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole
Come here my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole

But time is on your side
Its on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
It's no cause for concern

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath

And time is on your side
Its on your side now
Not pushing you down
And all around, no
It's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won't change a thing
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to a noose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose.
"If you stop seeing the world in terms of what you like and dislike, and saw things for what they truly are, in themselves, you would have a great deal more peace in your life..."

 

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