| Trace your way back fifty years
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| To the glow of Dresden, blood and tears
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| In the black above by the cruel searchlight
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| Men will die and men will fight, yeah
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| Who shot who and who fired first?
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| Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst
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| No radar lock on, skin and bone
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| The bomber boys are going home
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Nail that Fokker, kill that son
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| Gonna blow your guts out with my gun
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| The weather forecast’s good for war
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| Cologne and Frankfurt? |
| Have some more
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| Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky
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| The Enola Gay was my last try
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| Now that this Tailgunner’s gone
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| No more bombers, one big bomb
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
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| Climb into the sky, never wonder why
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| Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner |