Lord I don’t know which way I am going
Which way the river gonna flow
It’s just seems that upstream, I keep rowing
Still got such a long way to go
Still got such a long way to go

Then that light, it’s your eye
I know, I swear,
We’ll find somewhere the streets are paved with gold
Bullets fly, split the sky
But that’s all right, sometimes, sunlight comes streaming through the holes.

Coldplay, U.F.O

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