Pink Floyd

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Dm9
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Bb
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you?re on the street
Am9(sus4)
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight
Bb7
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
Dm9
And after a while you can work on points of style
Bb
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
Am9(sus4)
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
Bb7
So that when they turn their backs on you
You?ll get the chance to put the knife in
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[Guitar solo]
Dm9
You?ve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
Bb
You know it?s gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
Am9(sus4)
And in the end you?ll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand
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Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
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C Dm C Dm Bb F Eb F Eb Dm Dm9 C7 Dm A F Em
[Half tempo]
Dm C Dm C ... Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
[Guitar solo ad lib]
Dm C Dm C Dm C Bb C Bb C Dm A F Em
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And when you lose control you?ll reap the harvest you have sown
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And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone
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And it?s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
C Bb C Bb C Dm A
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
F A Dm
Dragged down by the stone
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[Tempo I]
Dm9
Gotta admit that I?m a little bit confused
Bb
Sometimes it seems to me as if I?m just being used
Am9(sus4)
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
Bb7
If I don?t stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze
Dm9
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
Bb
That everyone?s expendable and noone has a real friend
Am9(sus4)
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Bb7
And everything?s done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone?s a killer
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[Half tempo]
F C Dm
Who was born in a house full of pain
C F C Dm
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
C F C Dm7
Who was told what to do by the man
C F C Dm
Who was broken by trained personnel
C F C Dm7
Who was fitted with collar and chain
C F C Dm
Who was given a pat on back
C F C Dm
Who was breaking away from the pack
C F C Dm
Who was only a stranger at home
C F C Dm
Who was ground down in the end
C F C Dm
Who was found dead on the phone
C F C Bb A
Who was dragged down by the stone
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Who was dragged down by the stone