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Once there was an old ocean |
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Where anyone who saw it |
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Grew old with the sea |
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So we were terrified of water |
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And of all the sons and daughters |
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No one dared to see |
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On the banks of the coastline |
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I tracked a bleeding loved one |
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His blood was mingling |
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And the saltiest of waters'cause apparently they faltered |
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Never again to be seen |
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So i cry, i tried |
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I cried, i scry |
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This old warship has wounds and |
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It won't sail for nothin' |
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An old sailor said to me |
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And i was foolish not to listen |
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And paid such close conscription |
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All the lies i believed"but if you lend me some more laborAnd put your name on paperWe just might catch a breeze" |
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I know now he was not a captain |
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And because of all my actions |
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I grow alone with the sea |
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I have strangely become immune |
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To the thought of seeing you |
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And the smell of cheap perfume |
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With all the liquor i've consumed |
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There's no more beauty in this world |
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There's no more beauty in this world |
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Because i've strangely become immune |
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To the thought of seeing you |
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And the smell of cheap perfume |
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With all the liquor i've consumed |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this world |
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Because i've strangely become immune |
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To the thought of seeing you |
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And the smell of cheap perfume |
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Is just a ring around the moon |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this world |
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I try, i cried |
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I tried, i scry |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this |
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There's no more beauty in this world |