| There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
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| Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
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| Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
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| Got to get up for the coming attack
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| Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
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| Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
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| Gathering speed as we head down the runway
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| Gotta get airborne before its too late
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| Running, scrambling, flying
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| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
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| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
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| Run, live to fly, fly to live. |
| aces high
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| Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
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| Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
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| Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
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| Move to their blindsides and firing again
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| Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
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| Ten me-109s out of the sun
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| Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
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| Heading straight for them I press down my guns
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| Rolling, turning, diving
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| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
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| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
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| Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |