I pull me boots off throw my weapons on the
floor.
Cry my eyes out in my private little war.
Well it seems I’ve been a soldier heaven
knows I’ve been know saint.
In my camouflage and armor cold heart and
grease paint.
To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid
down.
The armies all are quiet and the guns don’t
make a sound
‘Cause you melted the steel walls tore down
the barbed wire
Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
And now you’re leaving, there’s nothing I
can do
I want you know you’re gonna take me with you
Well now three on a match is suicide in the
foxhole of my mind
And way off in the distance air raid sirens
whine
And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered
worn out shell
You drag me to your safety from this my front
line hell
The blood that was spilled in heartache before
Left road maps of scars that I never could
ignore
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