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...missing...missing...missing...missing... |
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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 |
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To regulate their breathing |
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One more night |
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The Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin |
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The Baltic moon |
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Along the northern seaboard |
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And down below |
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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 |
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One of our submarines |
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Red lights flicker, sonar weak |
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Air valves hissing open |
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Half her pressure blown away |
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Flounder in the ocean |
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See the Winter Boys |
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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 |
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One of our submarines |
