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Jesus, Jesus, it all about?
Trying a clout little ingrates into shape
I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine and about

And even now of me flies
Over dresden at Angels one
Though never fathom it behind my sarcasm
Desperate lie

Sweetheart, sweetheart are you asleep? Good
That's the only time that I can really to you
And there is something that I've away
A memory is too painful to withstand the light of day

And we came back from the war
The banners and flags hung on everyone's
We danced and we in the street
And the church rang

But burning in my
The smolders on
Of the dying words
On the