Besedila: Coldplay. A Rush Of Blood To The Head. Amsterdam.

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Come on, my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
If I, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole

Come here, my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole

But time is on your side
It's on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around no
It's no cause for concern

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath

And time is on your side
It's on your side now
Not pushing you down
And all around, no
It's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge tied to a noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won't change a thing
I'm sick of our secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to the noose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose