1: Chris could be you, you could be meTwo

Jacob cry, cry, babyCry, cry, Chris Martin &

lights go out and I can't be savedTides that

the hardest part was letting go, not taking partWas

no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with

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

Love, I hope we get oldI hope we can find a

divided my set up in two parts todayThis was the

when you were born you were given a nameDown

of losing all the timeYou wrote it in

I: ⦵ (Music of the of the II:

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4YeahI was working part time in

I look in your directionBut you pay me no

1: Chris been reading books of oldThe legends and

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil warJust after I'd

we goWait, went digging for goldI went down

Will oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)(Oh-oh-oh, 1:

1: Chris used to rule the worldSeas would rise

Kylie call me The Wild RoseBut my name was

1: Zach at the stars, look how they shine