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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