| A hungry heart
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| To regulate their breathing
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| One more night
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| The Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin
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| The Baltic moon
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| Along the Northern seaboard
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| And down below
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| The Winter Boys are waiting for the storm
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| Bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye
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| Shallow water — channel and tide
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| And I can trace my history
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| Down the generations to my home
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| In one of our submarines
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| The red light flicker, sonar weak
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| Air valves hissing open
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| Half her pressure blown away
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| Flounder in the ocean
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| See the Winter Boys —
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| Drinking heavy water from a stone
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| Bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye
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| Shallow water — channel and tide
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| Bye-bye Empire, Empire bye-bye
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| Tired illusions drown in the night
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| And I can trace my history
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| Down one generations to my home
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| In one of our submarines
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| One of our submarines is missing tonight
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| Seems she ran aground on manoeuvres
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| One of our submarines |