Текст песни Pink Floyd - Free Four
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Текст песни Pink Floyd - Free Four
One two three fourThe memories of a man in his old ageAre the deeds of a man in his primeYou shuffle in the gloom of the sick roomAnd talk to yourself as you die( )Life is a short warm momentAnd death is a long cold restYou get your chance to try the twinkling of an eyeEighty years with luck or even lessSo all aboard for the American tourAnd maybe you'll make it to the topBut mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I knowYou may find it hard to get offBut you are the angel of deathAnd I am the dead man's sonHe was buried like a mole in a fox-holeAnd everyone's still on the run