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Rest
your eyes
Ill be your guide
And this soldiers song
Will bring us home
Let down your guard
The battles done
And all the shame,
Will fall away
And I will
I will
Be here
I will be here
Through this rain
I feel the heat
And trumpets sound
In my sleep
Memories, call to us
And all I hear
Are soldiers songs
I wish, I wish
You were here
I wish you were here
So burn all your photographs
Your images of war
Blindfold to history
You fall against, fall against
You fall against the wall
And Ive burned all your photographs
And your images of war
And Im blindfold to history
And I fall against the wall
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