| The air battle stages in front of my plane
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| A combat of squadrons
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| With led bursting guns I’m in for heaven’s destruction
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| The sun in my back and the target below
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| My tactic’s a nose-dive
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| I fire at will — them bullets granting reduction
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| Airborne I am, out in the skies
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| Up and down I cut the clouds
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| Courage has wings, see how it flies
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| Only one thing gives me doubts
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| Phantom striker, shadow of the Red Baron
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| Heightbound hiker dying all alone
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| A legion of eagles we’re looking for kills
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| Well practiced manoeuvres
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| The prevailing wind allows a swifter attacking
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| I’m fully aware of the risk which I take
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| I hope that I meet him
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| The best of us all — is gonna bleed for the wrecking
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| Airborne again, out in the skies
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| Up and down I cut the clouds
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| Courage has wings, see how it flies
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| Only one thought gives me doubts
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| Phantom striker, shadow of the Red Baron
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| Heightbound hiker, dying all alone
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| Yeah!
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| Airborne again, out in the skies
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| Only one thing gives me doubts
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| Phantom striker, shadow of the Red Baron
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| Heightbound hiker, dying all alone
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| Shadow of the Red Baron
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| Yeah! |