Send out the papers
It's time to tell the world
it's time to let it known
The battlefront is all but done
The boys are coming home
It's time to celebrate
It's time to cut the cake
It's time I rubbed it in their face
They said that I was better off alone
Than building all my hopes upon an empty home
And I was better of cold
Than spending every night warm, wrapped inside your empty clothes
But the war is never won
The battle's never done
And my soldier has got to be free
There's no other way I'd have him be
Just hope someday that freedom will lead him
To fight for me
Fight for me
Bring out the good glasses
Let's pour the wine
Not waste our precious time
Try to forget that when you get back gone
You'll probably die
And I will weep for you
But in the meantime, you
Can lay your body down on mine
You said that I was better off alone
But I'd rather be lonely than all on my own
And I was better of cold
Than trying to ignite the fire inside your empty bones
But the war is never won
The battle's never done
And my soldier has got to be free
There's no other way I'd have him be
Just hope someday that freedom will lead him
To fight for me
To fight for me
Let the trumpets sound
We're going down, we're going down
Lay your armor down
We're going down, we're going down
Eternally I'm yours
But we're going down, we're going down
I am a casualty of war
And we're going down, we're going down
Oh, tell me what you're fighting for
When we're going down, we're going down
I am a casualty of war
And we're going down, we're going down
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