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?
Did they get you to trade, your heros 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
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