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I knew who he was |
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When I took his name |
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But somehow knowin' |
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Is just not the same late at night |
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He knows the danger |
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But he does what he does |
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He calls it duty |
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But I call it love |
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So here I am |
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While he's gone |
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To some foreign land |
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And I cry |
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'Cause I'm alone |
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And the nights get so cold and long |
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And I try not to think he won't come home |
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But I'm sleeping with the telephone |
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The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate |
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Always reminds me that someone's awake |
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Just like me |
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I hear the sirens |
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And I watch the news |
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He laughs and leaves with his gun |
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And his blue uniform |
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And I pray God keeps him safe from harm |
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And I cry |
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'Cause I'm alone |
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And the nights get so cold and long |
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And I try not to think he won't come home |
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But I'm sleeping with the telephone |
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I loose him in my darkest dreams |
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And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat |
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So I get up; I can't take anymore |
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Sometimes I hate how much I love him |
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But everyday I love him more |
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And I try not to think he won't come home |
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But I'm sleeping with the telephone |
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Something awakes me from where he should be |
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I reach for him; the telephone rings |
