So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys 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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Happy NYC Chick Day!
Benson leaving was necessary, people that bitch about the rules and think that anyone cares are ignorant, irritating, and stupid. Do quote me on that.
--Bryan aka Ehvlt
I guess that's not so true anymore, eh, Bryan?
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