Lletres: Syd Barrett. No Man's Land.

You would hold your head up high
You even try
You would hold another hand
Oh, understand

They even see me under call
We under all, we awful, awful, crawl
To hear my hour don't see me cry

Just searching you even try
I can make you smile
If it's there, will you go there too?
When I live, I die

They even see me under call
We under all, we awful, awful, crawl
Because of you, to see me be

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