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here i am. trying to live. or rather, i am trying to teach the death in me how to live
if you should go skating
on the thin ice of modern life,
dragging behind you the silent reproach
of a million tear stained eyes,
don't be suprised when a crack in the ice
appears under your feet
you'll slip out of your depth and out of your mind
with your fear flowing out behind you,
as you claw
the thin ice...
mercy.
find a reason to survive.
locked in a box, buried alive.
looking out behind a window sill.
there's reasons to live, and reasons to kill.
look at what you've done to me.
i cannot hear, i cannot see.
i cannot speak, i cannot breathe.
the pain is dead, but will not leave.
i have tried so hard to sate
the burning knives of twisting hate
that you have given out to me
i love you and it's agony.
i wish so much you'd let me go
and yet i don't, i need you so.
i'm dying out of misery.
i wish that i could just be free.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
in honor of the dearly deceased Syd Barrett. may he rest in peace
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
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