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Wish
you were here
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 kewl 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 on a fish bowl, year after year. Running
over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears…. Wish
you were here. Pink FloydWish
you were here 1975 |