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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? 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 fishbowl. Year after year, running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.