So, so you think you can tell heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade, Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange, A walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
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