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.
Wish you were here.
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