We love them
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We mourn for them
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Unlucky boys of Red
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I wish I'd gone down
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Gone down with them
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To where Mother Nature makes their bed
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We miss them
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Every night we kiss them
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Their faces fixed in our heads
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I wish I'd gone down
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Gone down with them
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To where Mother Nature makes their bed
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They can't hurt you
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Their style will never desert you
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Because they're all safely dead
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I wish I'd gone down
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Gone down with them
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Munich Air Disaster 1958
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| Morrissey |
