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So,
so you think you can tell
heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain

(..)
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
(..)
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

(Pink Floyd)