So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys 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 heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot  air for a cool 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  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.
Vorrei che fossi qui.
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