do not squander time, that is the stuff life is made of

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 heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? 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 spend time with you, hold you, goodbye, quick lovely peck, see you leaving, wait again and miss you. what I'm gonna do thinking in this way? I never really thought about something like infatuation... or maybe I'm just a little bit mistaken...

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