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Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd
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Роджер Уотерс
Роджер Уотерс
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David Gilmour
David Gilmour
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Nick Mason
Nick Mason
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Richard Wright
Richard Wright
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Роджер Уотерс
Роджер Уотерс
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David Gilmour
David Gilmour
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd
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James Guthrie
James Guthrie
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Jacques Plante
Jacques Plante
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Heaven sent the promised land Looks alright from where I stand 'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the readies Got to make it to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel Mile after mile stone after stone You turn to speak but you're alone Million miles from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fire bright by candle light With her by my side And if she prefers we need never stir again Someone sent the promised land And I grabbed it with both hands Now I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout, "Come on in What's the news, and where you been?" 'Cause there's no wind left in my soul And I've grown old
Writer(s): David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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