Текст песни The Last Refugee - Roger Waters
And
it's
also
the
end
of
broadcasting
for
Thursday
The
end
of
broadcasting
for
1970
(Seven
to
severe
hail,
nine)
Decreasing
six
in
Humber
later
Rain
then
showers,
moderate
to
poor
becoming
good
Southwesterly,
six
to
gale
eight,
occasionally,
severe
gale
nine
At
the
third
stroke,
it
will
be
11:
24
and
50
seconds
At
the
third
stroke,
it
will
be
11:
25,
precisely
This
is
the
British
Broadcasting
Corporation
At
the
third
stroke
it
will
be
8:
57,
precisely
In
north
southwesterly,
4 or
5 otherwise
variable
rainfall
Mainly
northerly
in
the
southeast
A
happy
new
year
to
you
all
At
the
third
stroke,
it
will
be
11:
25,
precisely
Goodnight,
everyone
Lie
with
me
now
Under
lemon
tree
skies
Show
me
the
shy
slow
smile
you
keep
hidden
by
warm
brown
eyes
Catch
the
sweet
hover
of
lips
just
barely
apart
And
wonder
at
loves
sweet
ache
and
the
wild
beat
of
my
heart
Oh,
rhapsody
tearing
me
apart
And
I
dreamed
I
was
saying
goodbye
to
my
child
She
was
taking
a
last
look
at
the
sea
Wading
through
dreams
Up
to
our
knees
in
warm
ocean
swells
While
bathing
belles
Soft
beneath
hard
bitten
shells
punch
their
iPhones
Erasing
the
numbers
of
redundant
lovers
and
search
the
horizon
And
you'll
find
my
child
Down
by
the
shore
Digging
around
for
a
chain
or
a
bone
Searching
the
sand
for
a
relic
washed
up
by
the
sea
The
last
refugee
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