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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 chains ? 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