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The Final Cut - Pink Floyd (平克·弗洛伊德)
Written by：Roger Waters/James Guthrie/Michael Kamen
Through the fish eyed lens
Of tear stained eyes
I can barely define
The shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high
In clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down
To the hole in the ground where I hide
If you negotiate
The minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold
Electronic eyes
And if you make it
Past the shotgun in the hall
Dial the combination
Open the priesthole
If I'm in
I'll tell
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping
With your new found faith
Could anybody love you
Or is it just a crazy dream
And if I
Show you my dark side
Will you still hold me
Tonight
And if I
Open my heart to you
Show you my weak side
What would you do
Would you sell your story to rolling stone
Would you take
The children away
And leave me alone
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone
Would you send me packing
Or would you take me home
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but
Just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut
