So, So you think you can Tell Heaven from Hell, Blue Skies from Pain? Can you tell A GREEN FIELD FROM A COLD STEEL? Do you think you can tell? And did the get you to TELL? And Did the get you to TRAD 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? 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. So you think you can identify from hell Paradise identifies the blue sky from the pain you can identify the green pastoral from the icy railroad track? Identify and smile from the veil? Do you really think you?
And whether they have changed your hero with ghost? Replace the trees with burglary ash? Change the cool breeze with hot air? Change change with indifferent comfort? Are you in the battlefield, the unknown soldiers in the battlefield exchanged a leader who imprisoned in the cage?
How much I hope, how much you are here, I am just two orphans in the rain cylinder, the soul of the soul of the year, I have been going to the same place in the same place, I have found anything? Similarly, familiar fear hopes that you are here
