| Yes its true I think of you
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| In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
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| As somewhere on the radio
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| Our leader says the war is over
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| Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
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| I think of you and yes its true
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| I lost my heart to a submarine girl
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| Sometimes you raised my periscope
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| Sometimes you haven t got a hope
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| Do you still remember
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| All those buses that we missed together?
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| As deep inside we realised
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| That soon the world would change forever
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| Across the dancefloor
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| In our patent leather shoes
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| Six months under water
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| Was enough to make a goddess out of you
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| Sometimes you raised my periscope
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| Sometimes you haven"t got a hope
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| Sitting in a hut with a snoring sergeant
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| Polishing your boots did you find the time to think of me?
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| And now we"re sitting in the armchairs by the fireside
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| Looking at the children of our children happily
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| And when I look at you sometimes at night
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| Well then I know its true that we ve turned out alright
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| Yes its true I think of you
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| In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
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| As somewhere on the radio
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| Our leader says the war is over
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| Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
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| I think of you and yes its true
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| I lost my heart to a submarine girl
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| A submarine girl |