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    They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
    Moving in lines through the day
    Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
    Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came
    By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
    Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
    Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
    And all that I ever was able to see
    The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
    All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
    Smolyensk and Viyasma soon fell
    By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
    Closer and closer to Moscow they come - riding the wind like a bell
    General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
    Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
    Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
    And all that I ever was able to see
    The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
    In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
    Falling back before the gates of Moscow,
    Standing in the wings like an avenger
    And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
    Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
    You'll never know, you'll never know
    Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
    As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
    You'll never know, you'll never hear us
    And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
    The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
    Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker their souls to the wind
    We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
    It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
    At home it'll almost be spring
    The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
    Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
    The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
    And all that I ever was able to see
    The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
    I'm coming home, I'm coming home
    Now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
    And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
    And now they ask me of the time
    That I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
    "They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say;
    They turn and listen closer
    I'll never know, I'll never know
    Why I was taken from the line and all the others
    To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
    And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
    And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
    And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers
    "Never"
    And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever

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    Someone sang your name today
    And a stranger saw me crumble
    Haul my
    Broken heart and shell away
    Beggin', bury me beside you

    The devil popped around today
    Sellin' promises and potions
    That could
    Take a memory away
    Help forget I'd ever met you

    Tell me
    Can't you please
    Kindly take away the misery?
    Give me
    A baker's dozen please
    Wrap me up to go away

    But I want you
    I need to
    Forget you
    Don't want to
    But I need to let you go

    The devil bent my ear today
    About his magical elixir
    That would
    Make the sorrow go away
    Help me forget I'd ever met you

    Give me
    A baker's dozen please
    Wrap me up to go away

    I want you
    I need to
    Forget you
    Don't want to
    But I need to let you go

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