| Sound of merlins fired up and their spoiling for the fight
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| 1000 bombers ready, it’s the target for tonight
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| Deeper into Germany but we all know the score
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| I know that I’m not coming back like those that did before
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| Now the flare gun fires and we get the go
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| Say goodbye to the earth below
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| Tonight on silver wings
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| I am soaring through the mountains of the moon
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| On silver wings
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| Flying where no angels fly
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| I have brought these engins to the very jaws of hell
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| Metal hearts are beating through this hail of shot and shell
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| Terror from the skies where the angels fear to tread
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| Nothing in my eyes, I am the living dead
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| Now the searchlight blinding us with its light
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| Can’t shake this one off tonight
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| The sky is bleeding gasoline and fuel is running low
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| Tanks are blown to pieces
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| Soon the wing is gonna go
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| All the crew have bailed out over Essen long ago
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| But every night since 45 this bomber boy has stayed alive
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| I can’t believe she’s still in the sky
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| Me and my merlins fly
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| On silver wings
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| I am soaring through the mountains of the moon
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| On silver wings
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| I can touch the place of God |