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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?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts,

Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change,

And 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!