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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, |
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blue skies from pain. |
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Can you tell a green field 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 your heroes 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 a walk on part in the war 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 swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, |
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Running over the same old ground. |
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What have we found? The same old fears. |
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Wish you were here. |
