SPEAK TO ME:

[Instrumental]

<I've been mad for f___ing 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 are...very hard to explain why
you're mad, even if you're not mad...>

BREATHE:

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
For 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

ON THE RUN:

[Instrumental]

TIME:

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 missed the starting gun

[Guitar solo]

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
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

BREATHE (REPRISE):

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
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

THE GREAT GIG IN THE SKY:

[Instrumental]

<...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>

<I never said I was frightened of dying>

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