From: geirf@ifi.uio.no (Geir Fuskeland)
{t:Lost for Words}
{st:Pink Floyd}
I was [F]spending my time in the [C]doldrums
I was [F]caught in a cauldron of [C]hate
I felt [F]persecuted and [C]para[Am]lysed
I [G]thought that everything else would just [F]wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there`ll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door
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Can you [C]see your days blighted by [G]darkness?
Is it [C]true you beat your fists on the [G]floor?
[C]Stuck in a world of [G]iso[Em]lation
While the [D]ivy grows over the [C]door
So I open my doors to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But the tell me please go fuck myself
You know you just can`t win