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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