Pink Floyd lyrics
Pink Floyd lyrics
"Free Four lyrics"
You And Me lyrics
I've been so down lately.You've been so low lately.Nothing seems to work out for you and me.For you
The memories of a man in his old ageI've been so down lately.You've been so low lately.Nothing seems to work out for you and me.For you
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You get your ch
Against All Odds lyrics
How can I just let you walk away Just let you leave without a trace When I stand here ta
ance to tryHow can I just let you walk away Just let you leave without a trace When I stand here ta
In the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.
So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll make it to the top.
And mind how you go.
I can tell you, because I know.
You may fin
Cracking lyrics
It's a one time thing It just happens A lot Walk with me And we will see What we have got Ah...d it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he died like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?<
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
It's a one time thing It just happens A lot Walk with me And we will see What we have got Ah...
You are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son.
And he died like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?<
Born Deprived lyrics
Raised by money they been deprived Look at them with bleeding eyes They laugh at the sound
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And who calls the tune in the courtroom?Raised by money they been deprived Look at them with bleeding eyes They laugh at the sound
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.