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 you found? The same old  fears.
Wish you were here
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We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground
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