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? Did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? |
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. |
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