w i s h   y o u   w e r e   h e r e   -   p i n k   f l o y d 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 the 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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		act v. the truth. (love is hard work. and, sometimes, hard work can really hurt.) love is a game. if they didn't tell you before, we will tell you now. love is a game and if you play you either win, lose, or get ejected before the game is over. there are no ties. maybe you'll lose and learn some great, meaningful answer from it all (like if it looks to good to be true, it is). it's easy to love something when you don't have to work at it. it's harder when it asks something of you. you just might be afraid to give. give it anyway. the heart is the most resilient muscle. it is also the stupidest. so if this love you've found is good to you, hold it, keep it, shout about it. if it isn't, then maybe you should just become very good friends.