Obscured by Clouds

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Obscured by clouds
When you're in
Burning bridges
The gold it's in the...
Wot's... uh the deal
Mud men
Childhood's end
Free four
Stay
Absolutely curtains

Obscured by clouds
(Waters, Gilmour)

(Instrumental)

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When you're in
(Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)

(Instrumental)

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Burning bridges
(Wright, Waters)

Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows
Flickering between the lines
Stolen moments floating softly on the air
Born on wings of fire and climbing higher
 Ancient bonds are breaking
 Moving on and changing sides
Dreaming of a new day
Cast aside the other way
Magic visions stirring
Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes
The door that stands ajar
The walls that once were high
Beyond the gilded cage
Beyond the reach of ties
The moment is at hand
She breaks the golden band

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The gold it's in the...
(Waters, Gilmour)

Come on my friends
Let's make for the hills They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find
     'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride

Well you go your way
 I'll go mine
 I don't care if we get there on time
Everybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
Who knows what may be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don't change
All I have to do is just close my eyes
See the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies
All I want to tell you
All I want to say is count me in on the journey
Don't expect me to stay

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Wot's... uh the deal
(Waters, Gilmour)
 

Heaven sent the promised land
Looks all right from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies wot's... uh the deal
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
 Mile after mile
 Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fly bright by candle light
Up on my sight
And if she prefers we'll never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout: "Come on in, what's the news and where you been?"
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old

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Mudmen
(Wright, Gilmour)

(Instrumental)

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Childhood's end
(Gilmour)

You shout out in your sleep
 Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?

You awake with a star
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes
You set sail across the sea
 Of long past thoughts and memories
  Childhood's end
 Your fantasies merge with harsh realities

And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why
Some are born, some men die
Beneath one infinite sky

There'll be war, there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron'll turn to rust
All the proud men'll turn to dust

And so all things time will mend
So this song will end

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Free four
(Waters)

One, two, free, four

 The memories of a man in his old age
 Are the deeds of a man in his prime
 You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
 And talk to yourself as you die

 Life is a short warm moment
 And death is a long cold rest
 You get your chance to try
 In the twinkling of an eye
 Eighty years, with luck, or even less

 So all aboard for the American tour
 And maybe you'll make it to the top
 And mind how you go
 I can tell you, 'cause I know
 You may find it hard to get off

 You are the angel of death
 And I am the dead man's son
 And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole
And everyone is still on the run
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You suffle in gloom in the sickroom
And talk to yourself 'till he die

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Stay
(Waters)

Stay and help me to end the day
And if you don't mind
We'll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down
'Cause I wanna find what lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes
Surprised to find you by my side
Rack my brain and try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you good bye
Morning dues
Newborn day
Midnight blue turn to gray
Midnight blue burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold

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Absolutely curtains
(Waters, Gilmour, Wright, Mason)

(Instrumental)

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