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Pink Floyd
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never relax at all


With our backs to the wall




EMPTY SPACES



What shall we use to fill the empty


Spaces where we used to talk


How should I fill the final places?


How should I complete the wall?




YOUNG LUST



I am just a new boy


A stranger in this town


Where are all the good times


Who's gonna show this stranger around?


Ooh I need a dirty woman


Ooh I need a dirty girl


Will some woman in this desert town


Make me feel like a real man


Take this rock'n'roll refugee


Ooh Babe set me free


Ooh I need a dirty woman


Ooh I need a dirty girl




ONE OF MY TURNS



Day after day, love turns grey


Like the skin of a dying man


And night after night we pretend it's all right


But I have grown older and


You have grown colder and


Nothing is very much fun any more.


And I can feel one of my turns coming on.


I feel cold as a razor blade


Tight as a tourniquet


Dry as a funeral drum




Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left


You'll find my favourite axe


Don't look so frightened


This is just a passing phase


Just one of my bad days


Would you like to watch T.V.?


Or get between the sheets


Or contemplate the silent freeway?


Would you like something to eat?


Would you like to learn to fly? Would you?


Would you like to see me try?


Oh I don't know




Would you like to call the cops?


Do you think it's time I stopped?


Why are you running away?




DON'T LEAVE ME NOW



Oooh Babe


Don't leave me now


Don't say it's the end of the road


Remember the flowers I sent


I need you Babe


To put through the shredder


In front of my friends




Ooh Babe


Don't leave me now


How could you go?


When you know how I need you


To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night




Ooh Babe


Don't leave me now


How can you treat me this way


Running away


Ooh Babe


Why are you

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