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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.
Cmaj7                      D
And even now part of me flies over
Cmaj7
Dresden at angels one five.
D      Cmaj7
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.
Cmaj7                      D       Cmaj7
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.
    G             C
But burning in my heart,
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My memory smoulders on
       G             C            Emadd9
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.