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I roll in my bed, my pillow on my head,
in Dreamland I wish I could stay,
but what else can I do? So I throw my old shoe
at The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

The alarm stops humming, and the sunlight is coming
through the window, announcing the day,
the clock has stopped humming, but it just keeps coming,
The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

My hands keep jerking, my jaw keeps working
as I struggle to earn a day's pay,
then it's off to the pub, where I try to drub
The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

As I sit at the bar, other soldiers there are,
who were with me in the land far away,
and our fists hold our ale, and we remember the tale
of The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

Whether daylight so hot, or night when it's not,
and the moon lit the land bright as day,
you just never knew where the mortar shell flew
with The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

Sometimes you heard, the only warning word,
"Incoming!!" the sirens would bray,
and you rush inside, as you try to hide
from The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

A tall plume of smoke, and no one spoke
"Hope it missed", you would silently pray,
and it gets kind of hard, with your careful regard
of The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.

Now, my verses are done, but before you run
do one thing this Veterans' Day,
remember those who face fear, so that you'll never hear,
The Noise That Just Won't Go Away.