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? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for 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. Were just two lost souls swimmin 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.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 18:03:04 +0000
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