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BREATHE
(Waters, Gilmour)
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

(REPRISE)
Home, home again
I like to be here when i can
When i come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

PIGS
(Three Different Ones)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying, "keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop, rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hat pin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh,
But you're really a cry

Hey you Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet,
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.