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 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 we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
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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.
HOOOF! midooni vaghti in ahango goosh midam che ehsaasi behem dast mide? hezar ta tasvir miad too zehnam! nostalgia! yaade kolli khatere mioftam, madrese, tabestoona! vaghtayi ke baham boodim va vaghtayi ke tanha boodam ama arezoo mikardam ke kashki...
miss you so much.
i always wish ...
...
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