heroes and goats

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As for thread title:

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 goats?
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.

[Harlan Huckleby]

Wish you were here.

Wish I was back in the dorms



Actually the dorm sucked and lead to unhealthy lifestyle choices like endless bagels and cream cheese.
I think "Dark Side of the Moon" was only Pink Floyd I endulged in, and lava lamps were already corny.

[Tyrion Lannister]

Wish I was back in the dorms

Wish I was still the young stud I was back in them jolly institutionalized days.