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? Coldfort 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. ~Wish You Were Here~
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