Edgar this is for you.
I could pour through the bible pages you set out for me but in the end I come back to this.
Right now my soul is screaming this. Until this stops I will not even be able to make heads or tails of your questions & answers.
I've been given a chance to souls search & until I do some of that. Here is my answer for you.
(Durante sings & plays in a jazz mix)
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 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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*beep* Ah, Mr. Durante, you do not even begin to understand what you do not understand. As the old saying goes, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink. Love the song by the way, you should do that in your live act. You seem to wonder what is true. ALL things are true. *beep*
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