Wish You Were Here
(Roger Waters/David Glimour)
So, so you think you can tell.
Heaven from hell, blues skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field.
From a cold steel rail, a smile from a viel.
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 didi you exchange.
A walk on part in the war.
For a lead role in a cage?
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