| I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor
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| I cry my eyes out in my private little war
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| Well it seems I’ve been a soldier heaven knows I’ve been no saint
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| With my camouflage and armor a cold heart and grease paint
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| To you this has no meaning the armistice laid down
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| The armies are all quiet and the guns don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause you, you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire
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| Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
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| And now you’re leaving there’s nothing I can do
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| I want you to know you’re gonna take me with you
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| Oh now three on a match is suicide in the foxhole of my mind
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| And way off in the distance the air raid sirens whine
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| And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered worn out shell
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| You drag me to your safety from this my front line hell
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| 'Cause you, you melted the steel walls and tore down the barbed wire
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| Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
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| And now you’re leaving there’s nothing I can do
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| I want you to know you’re gonna take me with you
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| The blood that was spilled in the heartache before
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| Left road maps of scars that I never, never could ignore
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| Till you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire
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| Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
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| And now you’re leaving there’s nothing I can do
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| I want you to know now you’re gonna take me with you
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| Oh yeah, yeah |