hmm-hmmHmm-hmm, hmm-ohHmm-hmm, 1: Chris Martin, when I'm broken

a cantar juntosSing "E-yo" (E-yo)Sing "E-yo" turn the

inside the eye of your mindDon't you know you

flock of birdsHoverin' aboveJust a flock of birdsThat's how

up above I heardThe angels sing to me these

of losin' all the timeHe wrote it in a

I: Lovers in keep on the road you're

put the world in a tin canBlack market, contrabandIt

on now, don't you want to seeThis thing that's

I hope we get oldI hope we can find a

I wake up, and I'm falling asleepI think that

I get back on solid groundHere's what I'm gonna

{Paradis}Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooOo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-ooQuand elle n'était qu'une petite filleElle inspectait

I, I wish you could swimLike the dolphins, like dolphins can

two, I just can't take itSometimes I just

rustin' in rubbleRunnin' to a faintNeed a brand new

Chris 1: Chris had a kind of

So I look in your directionBut you pay me no attention,

heel clickHow'd you do that magic trick?Got on a

I can’t let goMaybe I'm just chasing the shadowLately