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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Prospekt's March / Poppyfields”

• Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead 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 get I ask you if you remember Prospekt, how could I forget? Drums, here it comes Don't you wish that life can be as simple As fish swimming round in a barrel? When you've got the gun Oh when I run, here it comes We're just two little figures in a soup bowl Trying to get to any kind of control But I wasn't one Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky 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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