| So, so you think you can tell
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| Heaven from Hell,
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| Blue skies from pain.
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| Can you tell a green field
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| 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 we found?
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| The same old fears.
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| Wish you were here. |