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