Heading for a spin

Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

 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.

- Pink Floyd
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