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| C# | Eb | | So, so you think you can | tell |
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| Bbm | Ab | | Heaven from Hell, blue skies from | pain |
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| Eb | C# | | Can you tell a green | field from a cold steel | rail? |
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| Bbm | Ab | | A smile from a | veil? Do you think you can | tell? |
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And did they get you to trade |
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Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? |
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Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change, and did you exchange |
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A walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? |
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How I wish, how I wish you were here |
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We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year |
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Running over the same old ground,. What have you found? |
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The same old fears, wish you were here |
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