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?
Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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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