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Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying a 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
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

And 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
The memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words
On the intercom
Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?   Trying a 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   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      And 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   The memory smolders on   Of the gunners dying words   On the intercom