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Jesus, Jesus, what's it all
Trying a clout little ingrates into shape
When I was age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine and mope

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

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

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

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