So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell
and did they get you to trade
heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees
hot air for cool breeze
cold comfort for change
and did you exchange a walk on the part in the war
for a lead role in a cage
How i wish
how i wish you were here
we are 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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