Pink Floyd - Free four Lyrics

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The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room
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 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
But mind how you go, and I can tell you 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off

But you are the angel of death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone's still on the run