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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