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CSo, so you think you can teDll
heaven from haell, blue skies from a pGain.
Can you tell a green fiDeld friom a cold steel rGail,
a smile from a vaail, do you think you can tGell.

CAnd did the get you to trade, your heros for Dghosts,
hot ashes for atrees, hot air for a cool Gbreezem,
cold comfort for a Dchange, did you Gexchange,
a walk on part in athe war, for a lead role in a Gcage.

CHow I wish, how I wish you were Dhere,
we are hjust two lost asouls swimming in a fish bowl year after Gyear,
running over the same Dold grounds what have we Gfound,
the same old afears – wish you were Ghere.