So,
So you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

And 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.



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Fantástico o poder que
Pink floyd,uma rede,um vento fresco e uma quinta-feira inspirada podem trazer.
(É,hoje rendeu muita linha pro caderno.)