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I close my eyes - i reach out my hand |
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And there you are - beautiful in scabs |
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Caressing my scalp - under the mounts of the gun towers |
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I shout your name - i kick out in dreams |
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And here we are - the searchlight beams |
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The siren squeals - and hopeless shuffle to certainty |
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The crab lice bite - the typhoid smells |
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And i still here - handsome in rags |
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A trouserless man - waiting helpless for dignity |
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Come to me angel, don't go to the showers |
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Beg, steal or borrow - now there's nothing left to take |
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Except eternity |
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And who will come - to flower our graves? |
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With us still here - covered with dust |
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Remembered by few but forgotten by the majority |
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Stay with me angel - don't get lost in history |
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Don't let all we suffered lose it's meaning in the dark |
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That we call memory |
