We’re gonna get it, gonna get it togetherWe’re gonna get it,

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

ooh, oohAhh, ahh, she was just a girlShe

were just about to lose our homeDiamonds ate the

I’m just a ghostDisappear when anybody’s closeGo through you

a wild wind blowin' down the corner of

you, could you come back?Come back togetherPut yourself on

on, oh, my star is fadin'And I swerve out

cardboard head I seeHas found its way to meIt's

an ode, ode to deodorantIt's my thing, ah, it's

lights go out and I can't be savedTides that

They're calling youSome kind of ghostBut I know that's not trueCause

you don't know where you're I wanna talk

you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you

It’s such a thrillTo play in BrazilWhere the peopleGo totally locoWe

See you lost your trust and you never should have, you

Chris oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh(Hey!)Somebody, oh, somebody, eh,

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the riverYou can

I know is I love you a bomb

morning come bursting the clouds, amenLift off this blindfold,