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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?
and 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
and how we found
the same old fears
wish you were here