The hero‘s return

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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 
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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. 
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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.