| I knew who he was
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| When I took his name
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| But some how no one
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| Is just not the same at night
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| He knows the danger
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| But he does what he does
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| He calls it duty but I call it love
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| So here I am while he’s gone
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| To some foreign land
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| And I cry because I’m alone
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| And the nights get so cold and long
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| And I try not to think he won’t come home
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| But I’m sleeping with the telephone
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| The yellow ribbon on my neighbor’s gate
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| Always reminds me that someone’s awake
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| Just like me
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| I hear the sirens and I watch the news
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| He laughs and leaves with his gun
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| And his blue uniform
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| And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
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| And I cry because I’m alone
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| And the nights get so cold and long
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| And I try not to think he won’t come home
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| But I’m sleeping with the telephone
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| I loose him in my darkest dreams
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| And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
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| So I get up, I can’t take anymore
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| Sometimes I hate how much I love him
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| But everyday, I love him more
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| And I try not to think he won’t come home
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| But I’m sleeping with the telephone
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| Something wakes me from where he should be
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| I reach for him, the telephone rings |