Sunrise in the city
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Our soldiers are coming home
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After 7 years of blablabla
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She¡¯s waiting by the docks
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With a picture in her hands
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Of her one and only love
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Others are still waiting
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While families reunite
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With the ones they missed so much
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She¡¯s still standing alone
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Now everyone else has gone home
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A soldier walks up to her
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with a picture of her in his hand
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He said, sorry about your man
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No one could have saved him
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Sorry to say he isn¡¯t coming home
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Numbness fills her body, weekening her knees
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She wants to run away
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Memories come alive, of how it used to be
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Before he went away
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So many things on her mind,
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so many things she wants to know
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did he miss me when he was alive
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did he suffer or did he just go
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he said lady he missed you and
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said he¡¯ll always love you
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sorry to say he isn¡¯t coming home
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you should be proud he died a man
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fighting for his country
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sorry to say he isn¡¯t coming home
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She¡¯s still on her own
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Tells herself she should have known
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That some soldiers fall in war
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And don¡¯t come home
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Now it¡¯s time to say goodbye
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Trying so hard not to cry
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Hoping that some day
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Her heart for him will die
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Sunrise
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