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 and mope about And even now part of me flies over Dresden at angels one five Though they ll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories lie Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep
Good cos 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 When we came back from the war the banners and Flags hung on everyone s door We danced and we sang in the street and The church bells rang But burning in my heart My memory smoulders on Of the gunners dying words on the intercom

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