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...
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghost?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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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