"so, so you think you can tell, heaven from hell, blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field, from a coald steel rail, a smile from a vail?
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 exchanged a walk on part in the war, for a lead roal 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 years
running over the same old ground,
what have we found, the same old fears
WISH YOU WERE HERE....."
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