Pink Floyd: Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day 
       E F#m
                                                      F#m  
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                                                      F#m  You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way 
                      F#m                                                       A             Asus4-A-Asus2-A
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town 
  E                                                                 F#m
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way 
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain 
Dmaj7                                     Amaj7                            
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today 
Dmaj7                                    C#m7 
                                       
 
                                       And then one day you find ten years have got behind you 
Hm7 E
                                 E                                 
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                                 E                                 No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun 
Проигрыш: F#m  A  E  F#m - 4 раза Dmaj7  Amaj7 - 2 раза Dmaj7  C#m7  Hm7  E
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking 
And racing around to come up behind you again 
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older 
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death 
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time 
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way 
     Hm7                                    Hm7                        Dm7 
          
 
          The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Проигрыш: Em A - 2 раза
  A - 2 раза
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  A - 2 разаEm                     A       
Home, home again
Em                                  A       
I like to be here when I can
Em                                        A         
When I come home cold and tired
      Em                                           A  
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
     Hm7                        
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
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