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INTERPRÉTATION
Berryman Guy Rupert
Basse
Jonny Buckland
Guitare électrique
Will Champion
Chœurs
Davide Rossi
Instrument à cordes
Chris Martin
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Berryman Guy Rupert
Paroles/Composition
Jonny Buckland
Paroles/Composition
Will Champion
Paroles/Composition
Chris Martin
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jan Petrov
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
John O'Mahoney
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Rugg
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Thorn
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Jon Hopkins
Production
Rik Simpson
Production
Brian Eno
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Markus Dravs
Production
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Smoke is rising from the houses
People burying their dead
I ask somebody what the time is
But time doesn't matter to them yet
People talking without speaking
Trying to take what they can get
I ask you if you remember
Prospekt, how could I forget?
Drums, here it comes
Don't you wish that life can be as simple
As fish swimming 'round in a barrel?
When you've got the gun
Oh, when I run
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in a soup bowl
Trying to get to any kind of control
But I wasn't one
Now here I lie on my own in a separate sky
And here I lie on my own in a separate sky
I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
But here I lie on my own in a separate sky
Writer(s): Jon Buckland
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