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In the hold, it was warm and close |
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We were packed skin to skin |
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I did my best to hold on to the window |
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As the captain called steady as she goes |
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Cold light under the sea |
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Dive slow, dive deep |
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A giant squid lunged at the submarine |
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As the sonar pinged and pinged |
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Four-zero fathoms I could see |
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There was a world hidden from me |
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Cold light under the sea |
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Dive slow, dive deep |
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From childish tropes in glass bottom boats |
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Cypress groves west of Jacksonville |
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We piled in my car and struck out for the coast |
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To drink the shine off the waves at Daytona |
