[ The Final Cut von Pink Floyd ]


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Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes____
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I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.
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And far from flying high in clear blue skies___,
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I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

Bb                   F|| Accoustic guitar
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive,|| begins here.
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Bb                                   F|| Listen to record
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes,|| for strumming rhytm.
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And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,||
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Gm7||
Dial the combination, open the priesthole||
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And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.|| Stop here.
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There's a kid who had a big hallucination
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Making love to girls in magazines.
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He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Gm7
Could anybody love him
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Or is it just a crazy dream___?
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And if I show you my dark side
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Will you still hold me tonight?
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And if I open my heart to you
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And show you my weak side,
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What would you do?
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Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?|| Start again here.
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Bb||
Would you take the children away||
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And leave me alone?||
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    Bb           C||
And smile in reassurance||
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       Dm||
As you whisper down the phone,||
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Gm7||
Would you send me packing,|| Stop here.

/C                   F
Or would you take me home?

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Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,||
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Am                                C||
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.||
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  Bb||
I held the blade in trembling hands,||
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   Dm                   Gm7||
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang,|| Stop here.

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I never had the nerve to make the final cut.