[Harris/Dickinson]
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The convoy lights are dead ahead
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The Merchantmen lay in their bed,
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The thump of diesels hammers down,
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In the oily sea - the killing ground,
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His knuckles white his eyes alight,
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He slams the hatch on the deadly night,
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A cunning fox in the chickens lair
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A hound of hell and the devil don't care
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[Chorus]
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Running silent, Running deep, we are your final prayer,
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Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman's nightmare,
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A silent death lies waiting, for all of you below,
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Running silent, Running deep, sink into your final sleep
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Chill the hearts of fighting men,
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In open ocean wondering when?
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The lethal silver fish will fly
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This boat will shiver - men will die
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A cast of millions - a part to play
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Killer? Victim? or fool for a day
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Obeying an order - men have to die
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Us or them - a well rehearsed lie
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[Chorus]
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The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn,
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The tar black smell of burning oil,
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On the way down to Davy Jones,
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Every man for himself - you're on your own
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The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
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"Stern tubes ready", "Aim and fire!"
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They can pin some medal on your chest,
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But in two more weeks - dead like the rest
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[Chorus]
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Run Silent, Run Deep
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| Iron Maiden |
