don't panic though you shiver
though the spies and sparks are coming
though the yellow sky means trouble
you still ride high speed parachutes
but you know we never change
viva la vida has become so low
but everything's not lost
politiks are in my place
the scientist is making clocks
God put a smile on your face
a rush of blood to the head
is a warning sign of daylight
your life in technicolor lets you see
the green eyes in amsterdam
hidden by white shadows
the speed of sound will fix you
but what if you got lost?
x & y make 42
yes, death and all his friends
all ride the strawberry swing
they talk about a message
as they dive into a glass of water
violet hill hid the cemeteries of london
and now you're back to square one
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