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?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
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.
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Pink Floyd
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