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We met in an office, with the union dissolving.Where you found no architect, no figurehead worth absolving.There in the squareYour breath trailing behind youYou resembled the trainsWhich would always remind youOf the slum of being young.Do-do-do you remember?Alone with our freedom, the hungry will hustle.Working in the rough trade, hiring out some muscle.Sitting on a milk crateWaiting for someone to smotherI thought of Magdalene& I thought of my motherBut when he comes I think of you.Do-do-do you remember?They'll sell all our medals, they're tear down our statues.But I'll never hate you. You only did what you had to.But what of The Kids?Waiting in that darkness for usWhat of the verseThe bridge & the chorus?SongtexteWhat will become of our songs?Return to me.Return to me.Return to me where I will be in Stalingrad.Return to me.Return to me.Return to me where I am free in Stalingrad.Do-do-do you remember? Aus Songtexte Mania