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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
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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 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 you found? The same old fears.
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Wish you were here.
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wish you were
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| Pink Floyd |
