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Pink
Floyd -
Time
Live
at
Earls
Court,
London
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Ticking
away
the
moments
that
make
up
a
dull
day
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You
fritter
and
waste
the
hours
in
an
off
hand
way
|
Kicking
around
on
a
piece
of
ground
in
your
home
town
|
Waiting
for
someone
or
something
to
show
you
the
way
|
Tired
of
lying
in
the
sunshine
staying
home
to
watch
the
rain
|
You
are
young
and
life
is
long
and
there
is
time
to
kill
today
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And
then
one
day
you
find
ten
years
have
got
behind
you
|
No
one
told
you
when
to
run
|
you
missed
the
starting
gun
|
And
you
run
and
you
run
to
catch
up
with
the
sun,
but
it's
sinking
|
And
racing
around
to
come
up
behind
you
again
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The
sun
is
the
same
in
the
relative
way,
but
you're
older
|
Shorter
of
breath
and
one
day
closer
to
death
|
Every
year
is
getting
shorter,
never
seem
to
find
the
time
|
Plans
that
either
come
to
naught
|
or
half
a
page
of
scribbled
lines
|
Hanging
on
in
quiet
desperation
is
the
English
way
|
The
time
is
gone,
the
song
is
over,
thought
I'd
something
more
to
say
|
Home,
home
again
|
I
like
to
be
here
when
I
can
|
And
when
I
come
home
cold
and
tired
|
It's
good
to
warm
my
bones
beside
the
fire
|
Far
away
across
the
field
|
The
tolling
of
the
iron
bell
|
Calls
the
faithful
to
their
knees
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To
hear
the
softly
spoken
magic
spells.
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