jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2008

Wish you were here, Pink Floyd

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?
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 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 you found? The same old fears...
Wish you were here.
..
Ayumi

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