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There's nothing new about this song it's all been sung before I'm just a broken soldier bleeding from an ancient war When I came home there were no crowds no bands for me did play I slunk back like a refugee And now I'm here to stay Every door was closed to me no woman and no lover to take my hand  to comfort me to lead my heart to cover You found me like some fallen bird you took me home and said I feel this pain you carry now come with me to bed You took me in you eased that pain and soothed me in your arms outside I heard the sirens scream inside I learned your charms You tried your best to heal my wounds to get me on my feet but guilt was far too much for me I left you for the street I live alone in poverty I guess I'm here for good there are no saints or saviors in this fallen neighborhood But listen to me if you please I need to hear your name to know I'm not completely lost upon these streets of pain It's cold it's dark I'm fevered and I'm lost in bed alone I never was much good at love too weary to the bone I need to kiss your shining eyes but you are far away and I am caught so far from you upon this lonely day You were much too good for me my dark relentless lies too good to see the enemy within my felon eyes I thank you for your comfort your body and your heart the way you shared your bed with me forgave me from the start There's nothing new about this song it's all been sung before I'm just a broken soldier bleeding from an ancient war
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
Soldier Song V 1.0
There's nothing new about this song it's all been sung before I'm just a broken soldier bleeding from an ancient war When I came home there were no crowds no bands for me did play I slunk back like a refugee And now I'm here to stay Every door was closed to me no woman and no lover to take my hand  to comfort me to lead my heart to cover You found me like some fallen bird you took me home and said I feel this pain you carry now come with me to bed You took me in you eased that pain and soothed me in your arms outside I heard the sirens scream inside I learned your charms You tried your best to heal my wounds to get me on my feet but guilt was far too much for me I left you for the street I live alone in poverty I guess I'm here for good there are no saints or saviors in this fallen neighborhood But listen to me if you please I need to hear your name to know I'm not completely lost upon these streets of pain It's cold it's dark I'm fevered and I'm lost in bed alone I never was much good at love too weary to the bone I need to kiss your shining eyes but you are far away and I am caught so far from you upon this lonely day You were much too good for me my dark relentless lies too good to see the enemy within my felon eyes I thank you for your comfort your body and your heart the way you shared your bed with me forgave me from the start There's nothing new about this song it's all been sung before I'm just a broken soldier bleeding from an ancient war
Probably not finished; may never be.
mike-essig
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
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