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Oh my captain, my captain |
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You are not in the same boat as me |
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It's true we may both be sailing |
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On the same stormy sea |
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But your boat is impressive |
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And your sails are so strong |
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And your crew high in numbers |
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All of them hypnotized by your perfect song |
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And mine is a rowboat |
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Just me and some friends |
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Taking shifts on the paddles |
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With hope that our weak arms might mend |
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Oh my captain, my captain |
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We did not agree with your sinful intentions |
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We began to rebel |
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Sabotaging morale |
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Just to get your attention |
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But you didn't notice |
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For you were consumed |
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Counting coins from the seabed exhumed |
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We pooled all our money |
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And bought us this boat |
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Left in the night |
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No one even took note |
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And mine is a rowboat |
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Just me and some friends |
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Taking shifts on the paddles |
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With hope that our weak arms might mend |
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Strength depleting we are forced |
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To live on the scraps that are thrown overboard |
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Convenient for you we owe for what we take |
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To keep up or be crushed by the mass of your wake |
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And mine is a rowboat |
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Just me and some friends |
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Taking shifts on the paddles |
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With hope that our weak arms might mend |
