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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

Cmaj7
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.

   Cmaj7
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 gunners dying words on the intercom.