So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies 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 heroes 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 you found the same old fears. Wish you were here
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