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The Heros Return

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.

When I was their age all the lights went out.

There was no time to whine or mope about.

And even now part of me flies over

Dresden at angels one five.

Though they'll never fathom it behind my

Sarcasm desperate memories lie.



Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.

'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.

And there is something that I've locked away

A memory that is too painful

To withstand the light of day.



When we came back from the war the banners and

Flags hung on everyone's door.

We danced and we sang in the street and

The church bells rang.

But burning in my heart

My memory smolders on

Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.

Pink Floyd

The Heros Return / Pink Floyd

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