I pull me boots off throw my weapons on the floor.
Cry my eyes out in my private little war.
Well it seems I뭭e been a soldier heaven knows I뭭e been no 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 don뭪 make a sound
멌ause you melted the steel walls tore down the barbed wire
Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
And now you뭨e leaving, there뭩 nothing I can do
I want you know you뭨e 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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