Wish You Were Here
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 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
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the
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