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Smoke is risin' from the houses People bury in their dead I asked somebody what the time is but time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking tryin' 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 your life could be as simple as fish swimming 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 tryin to get beyond 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... From Letras Mania