What have we found ?
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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 you to 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 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. Pink Floyd |
