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In the wise words of Roger Waters:

"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."