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 confort 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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