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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 to you 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 par
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 we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here.

O mesmo de sempre