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EDWIN McCAIN >> Merchandise Links
EDWIN McCAIN
I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor Cry my eyes out, in my private little war Well it seems I've been a soldier Heaven knows I've been no saint In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down The armies are all 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 to 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 the 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 '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 to know you're gonna take me with you The blood that was spilled in the heartache before Left road maps of scars that I never could ignore '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 to know you're gonna take me with you
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