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Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
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Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
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When I was their age all the lights went out
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There was no time to whine or mope about
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And even now part of me flies
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Over Dresden at angel's one five
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Though they'll never fathom it behind my
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Sarcasm desperate memories lie

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Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good
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'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you
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And there is something that I've locked away
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A memory that is too painful

To withstand the light of day

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When we came back from the war
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The Banners and flags hung on everyone's door
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We danced and we sang in the street and
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The church bells rang

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But burning in my heart
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My memory smoulders on
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Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom