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Pink Floyd Delicate Sound Of Thunder

: Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine

: So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you

: 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

: Hello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home come on now, I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And

: On the turning away from the pale and downtrodden and the words they say wich we won't understand " don't accept that what's happening is just a case

: Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back a flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing alone my sense reeled

: The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: a man lies and dreams of green fields and

Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back a flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing alone my sense reeled

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers