they flutter behind you your possible pasts
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some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost
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a warning to anyone still in command
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of their possible future to take care
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in derilict sidings the poppies entwine
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with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
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do you remember me? how we used to be?
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do you thing we should be closer?
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she stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
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haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
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her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
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for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
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stepping up boldly one put out his hand
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he said, "i was just a child then now i'm only a man"
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do you remember me? how we used to be?
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do you thing we should be closer?
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by the cold and religious we were taken in hand
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shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
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tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
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now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
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and strung out behind us the banners and flags
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of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
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do you remember me? how we used to be?
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do you thing we should be closer?
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Your Possible Pasts
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Pink Floyd |