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so, so you think you 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 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 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 we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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I don't wanna know your name
Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
OK you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked all right before
Fox on the run
You screamed and everybody comes a-running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Fox on the run
F-foxy, foxy on the run and hideaway
You-you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand
I've heard it all before
I don't wanna know your name
Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
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Mr. Kurtz is dead and so are you.
the death he caused himself he so loved how pretty ugly
sweet sounds liking to disarray from a quite sound shelter
he whispers something i cannot grasp, so cannot grasp
maybe the comfort is being alone i say i might
oh to never feel again such things that none should bear
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i think i'm going to try some new things
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transpose, or stop your lies
it's what you do
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