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 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 you found? The same old
fears.
Wish you were here.
http://students.cs.byu.edu/~pcs27/SoundEditing/PinkFloydWishYouWereHere1.mp3
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