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So, so you think you can tell |
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Heaven from Hell, |
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Blue skys from pain. |
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Can you tell a green field |
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From a cold steel rail? |
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A smile from a veil? |
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Do you think you can tell? |
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And did they get you to trade |
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Your heros for ghosts? |
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Hot ashes for trees? |
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Hot air for a cool breeze? |
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Cold comfort for change? |
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And did you exchange |
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A walk on part in the war |
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For a lead role in a cage? |
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How I wish, how I wish you were here. |
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We're just two lost souls |
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Swimming in a fish bowl, |
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Year after year, |
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Running over the same old ground. |
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What have we found? |
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The same old fears. |
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Wish you were here. |
