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Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine or mope about
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And even now part of me flies over
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Dresden at angels 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
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day
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When we came back from the war the banners and
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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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