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  • I knew who he was
    When I took his name
    But somehow knowin'
    Is just not the same late at night
    He knows the danger
    But he does what he does
    He calls it duty
    But I call it love
    So here I am
    While he's gone
    To some foreign land
    And I cry
    'Cause I'm alone
    And the nights get so cold and long
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
    Always reminds me that someone's awake
    Just like me
    I hear the sirens
    And I watch the news
    He laughs and leaves with his gun
    And his blue uniform
    And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
    And I cry
    'Cause I'm alone
    And the nights get so cold and long
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    I loose him in my darkest dreams
    And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
    So I get up; I can't take anymore
    Sometimes I hate how much I love him
    But everyday I love him more
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    Something awakes me from where he should be
    I reach for him; the telephone rings
  • I knew who he was
    When I took his name
    But somehow knowin'
    Is just not the same late at night
    He knows the danger
    But he does what he does
    He calls it duty
    But I call it love
    So here I am
    While he's gone
    To some foreign land
    And I cry
    'Cause I'm alone
    And the nights get so cold and long
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
    Always reminds me that someone's awake
    Just like me
    I hear the sirens
    And I watch the news
    He laughs and leaves with his gun
    And his blue uniform
    And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
    And I cry
    'Cause I'm alone
    And the nights get so cold and long
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    I loose him in my darkest dreams
    And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
    So I get up; I can't take anymore
    Sometimes I hate how much I love him
    But everyday I love him more
    And I try not to think he won't come home
    But I'm sleeping with the telephone
    Something awakes me from where he should be
    I reach for him; the telephone rings