Dark Side Of The Moon (Part 1).kar

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Fragments seq. by anonymous authors, Paolo Cirelli, ChartChai MeeSangNin, INTERNATIONAL MIDI HITS
[I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands...]
[I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us... very hard to explain why you're mad, {hahahaha} even
if you're not mad..."
{aw hehe heheha}
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
[Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me]
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you{Ah} missed the starting gun.{AAh}
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter {ah}never seem to find {Yea}the time.{aaah}Plans that {ah}either come{aah} to nought or half a page of{Ohuhah}scribbled lines{ohuhohoh}
Hanging on in quiet desparation 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.
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
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
[And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it,you've gotta go sometime.]
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[I never said I was frightened of dying.]
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