Pink Floyd - The Final Cut Lyrics
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The Final Cut
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What Are The Lyrics For The Final Cut By Pink Floyd?
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 spiraling 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 the combination, open the priest hole 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 you 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 naked 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 |
Who Wrote The Final Cut By Pink Floyd?
Roger Waters
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What's The Duration Of The The Final Cut By Pink Floyd?The duration of The Final Cut is 4:45 minutes and seconds. |
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