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Pink Floyd
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wasted time


Mother am I really dying




Hush now baby, baby don't you cry


Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true


Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you


Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing


She won't let you fly but she might let you sing


Mama's gonna keep baby cosy and warm


Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe


Of course mama's gonna help build the wall




Mother do you think she's good enough for me


Mother do you think she's dangerous tell me


Mother will she make your little boy a toy


Ooh mother will she break my heart




Hush now baby, baby don't you cry


Mama's gonna check out all of your girlfriends for you


Mama won't let anyone dirty get through


Mama's gonna wait up 'till you get in


Mama will always find out where you've been


Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean


Oooh babe Oooh babe Oooh babe


You'll always be a baby to me




Mother, did it need to be so high?




GOODBYE BLUE SKY



Ooooooooooooooooooh


Did you see the frightened ones


Did you hear the falling bombs


Did you ever wonder


Why we had to run for shelter


When the promise of a brave new world


Unfouled beneath a clear blue sky


Ooooooooooooooooooh


Did you see the frightened ones


Did you hear the falling bombs


The flames are all long gone


But the pain lingers on




Goodbye blue sky


Goodbye blue sky


Goodbye




WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW?



What shall we use to fill the empty spaces


Where waves of hunger roar


Shall we set out across this sea of faces


In search of more and more applauses


Shall we buy a new guitar


Shall we drive a more powerful car


Shall we work straight through the night


Shall we get into fights


Leave the lights on


Drop bombs


Do tours of the East


Contract diseases


Bury bones


Break up homes


Send flowers by phone


Take to drink


Go to shrinks


Give up meat


Rarely sleep


Keep people us pets


Train dogs


Race rats


Fill the attic with cash


Bury treasure


Store up leisure


But

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