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Pink Floyd lyrics
Album: Dark Side of the Moon [1973]

| Breathe. |
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Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be
afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose
your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles
you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you
see Is all your life will ever be. |
| On The Run. |
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Run, run rabbit run Dig that hole, forget
the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's
time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But
only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You
race towards an early grave. |
| Time. |
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull
day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking
around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone
or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the
sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is
long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find
ten years have got behing you No one told you when to run, you
missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up
with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up
behing you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but
you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to
death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the
time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled
lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way He
time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say. |
| Breathe.
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Home, home again I like to be here when I
can When I come home coldened and tired It's good to warm my
bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of
the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the
softly spoken magic spells. |
| Money. |
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Money, get away Get a good job with more
pay and you're O.K. Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both
hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star
daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money, get
back I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack Money,
it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in
the hi-fidelity first class travelling set And I think I need a
Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime Share it fairly but don't
take a slice of my pie Money, so they say Is the root of all
evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise
that They're giving none away, away, away. |
| Us And Them. |
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Us and them And after all we're only
ordinary men Me and you God only knows it's not what we would
choose to do "Forward" he cried from the rear and the front rank
died And the General sat, and the lines on the map Moved from
side to side
Black and blue And who knows which is which
and who is who Up and Down And in the end it's only round and
round and round Haven't you heard it's a battle of words the
poster bearer cried Listen son, said the man with the
gun There's room for you inside
Down and Out It can't
be helped but there's a lot of it about With, without And
who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about. Out of the way,
it's a busy day And I've got things on my mind For want of the
price of tea and a slice The old man died. |
| Brain Damage. |
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The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic
is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and
laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is
in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their
folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings
more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And
if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with
dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the
moon.
The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my
head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange
me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door And throw away the
key There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the
cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to
hear And if the band you're in starts playing different
tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. |
| Eclipse. |
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All that you touch All that you
see All that you taste All you feel All that you
love All that you hate All you distrust All you save All
that you give All that you deal All that you buy beg, borrow
or steal All you create All you destroy All that you
do All that you say All that you eat Everyone you
meet All that you slight Everyone you fight All that is
now All that is gone All that's to come And everything
under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the
moon.
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