There's a wild wind blowin' down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
There's a cold war coming, on the radio I heard
Baby, it's a violent world.
Oh love don't let me go
Won't you take me where the street lights glow
I could hear the rain coming, like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground
- Life in Technicolor II, Coldplay
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