Pink Floyd - The Final Cut
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 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 spiralling 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 shotgun in the hall
 Dial th combination, open the priesthole
 And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall

 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 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

 Thought I oughta bare my 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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