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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? 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… How I wish you were here…
Pink Floyd