i dedacte this song to my uncle...
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can
you tell a green field from a cold steal 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
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