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One of our submarines is missing tonight |
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Seems she ran aground on manoeuvres |
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One of our submarines |
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A hungry heart to regulate their breathing |
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One more night the Winter boys are freezing in their spam time |
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The Baltic moon along the Northern Seaboard |
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And down below the Winter boys are waiting for the storm |
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Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye |
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Shallow water, channel and tide |
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And I can trace my history |
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Down one generation to my home |
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In one of our submarines, one of our submarines |
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The red light flicker, sonar weak, air valves hissing open |
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Half her pressure blown away, flounder in the ocean |
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See the Winter boys drinking heavy water from a stone |
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Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye |
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Shallow water, channel and tide |
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Bye-bye empire, empire bye-bye |
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Tired illusion drown in the night |
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And I can trace my history |
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Down one generation to my home |
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In one of our submarines |
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One of our submarines, one of our submarines |
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One of our submarines is missing tonight |
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Seems she ran aground on manoeuveres |
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One of our submarines |
