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Pinkfloyd
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One, two, free, four!
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The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die
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Life is a short warm moment
The death is a long cold rest
You get your chance to try
In the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years, with luck, or even less
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So all aboard for the American tour
And maybe you'll make it to the top
But mind how you go
I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off
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But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox hole
And everyone is still on the run
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And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
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The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die
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