Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? So 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. We're just 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.
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