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CSo, so you think you can Dtell
heaven from ahell, blue skies from a Gpain.
Can you tell a green Dfield friom a cold steel Grail,
a smile from a avail, do you think you can Gtell.

And did the get you to trade, your heros for ghosts,
hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breezem,
cold comfort for a change, 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 are hjust two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year,
running over the same old grounds what have we found,
the same old fears – wish you were here.