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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