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    In The Army Now Part 7

    Alive With The Glory Of Love-Say Anything

    //When I watch you, I wanna do you, right where you’re standing,

    Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view

    Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that.

    You’re lovely baby, this war is crazy. I won’t let you down.

    Oh, no, no.

     

    No, I won’t let them take you. Won’t let them take you.

    Hell no, no. Oh no, I won’t let them take you. Won’t let them take you.

    Hell no, no.

     

    No. Oh no, no, no.

     

    And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the axis,

    They’ll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets and rings,

    But Miss Blackeyeliner. You’d look finer, with each day in hiding,

    Beneath the warm wood. Ooh, love me so good.

    They won’t hear us screw away the day, I’ll make you say:

     

    (Alive! Alive! Alive with love! Alive with love tonight!

    Alive! Alive! Alive with love! Alive with love tonight!)

    No, I won’t let them take you. Won’t let them take you.

    Hell no, no. Oh no, I won’t let them take you. Won’t let them take you.

    Hell no, no.

     

    Our Treblinka is alive with the glory of love.

    Treblinka, alive with the glory of love.

     

    Should they catch us, and dispatch us, to those separate work camps,

    I’ll dream about. I will not doubt you, with the passing of time.

    Should they kill me, your love will fill me, as warm as the bullets.

    I’ll know my purpose, this war was worth this. I won’t let you down.

    No, I won’t. No I won’t. No I won’t.

     

    (Alive! Alive! Alive with love. Alive with love tonight!

    Alive! Alive! Alive with love! Alive with love tonight!)

    Hell no, no. Oh no, I won’t them take you. Won’t let them take you.

    Hell no, no.

    No, no.//

     

    5/4/07:Middle Of Nowhere-West Germany-2400 hours( 12:00 A.M.)

     

    They had been walking for hours. They were tired, but to scared to set up a camp. They had passed they time by singing Army jodies.

     

    “I don’t know, but it’s been said.”

     

    “I don’t know, but it’s been said.”

     

    “That tomorrow I may be dead.”

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