Pink Floyd - The Gunner's Dream
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 Floating down through the clouds
 Memories come rushing up to meet me now
 In the space between the heavens
 And the corner of some foreign field
 I had a dream
 I had a dream
 Goodbye Max
 Goodbye Ma
 After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
 And the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
 You here the tolling bell
 And touch the silk in your lapel
 And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
 You take her frail hand
 And hold on to the dream

 A place to stay
 Enough to eat
 Somwhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
 Where you can speak out loud
 About your doubts and fears
 And what's more no one ever dissappears
 You never hear a standard issue kicking in your door
 You can relax on both sides of the tracks
 And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
 And everyone has recourse to the law
 And no-one kills the children anymore
 And no-one kills the children anymore

 Night after night
 Going round and round my brain
 His dream is driving me insane
 In the corner of some foreign field
 The gunner sleeps tonight
 What's done is done
 We cannot write off his final scene
 Take heed of his dream
 Take heed
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