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Pink floyd - The Final Cut
| Through the fish-eyed lens |
| Of tear stained eyes |
| I can barely define the shape |
| Of this moment in time |
| And far from flying high |
| In clear blue skies |
| I'm spiraling down to the hole |
| In the ground where I hide |
| If you negotiate the minefield |
| In the drive |
| And beat the dogs and cheat |
| The cold electronic eyes |
| And if you make it past |
| The shotguns in the hall |
| Dial the combination' |
| Open the priesthole |
| And if I'm in I'll tell you |
| There's a kid who had |
| A big hallucination |
| Making love to girls in magazines |
| He wonders if you're sleeping |
| With your new found faith |
| Could anybody love him |
| Or is it just a crazy dream |
| And if I show you my dark side |
| Will you still hold me tonight? |
| And if I open my heart to you |
| And show you my weak side |
| What would you do? |
| Would you sell your story |
| To Rolling Stone? |
| Would you take the children |
| Away and leave me alone? |
| And smile in reassurance |
| As you whisper down the phone |
| Would you send me packing |
| Or would you take me home? |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| Thought I oughta |
| Bare my naked feelings |
| Thought I oughta |
| Tear the curtain down |
| I held the blade in trembling hands |
| Prepared to make it, but |
| Just then the phone rang |
| I never had the nerve |
| To make the final cut |
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