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Full fathom five |
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Someday I'll lie |
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Singing songs that come |
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From dead men's tongues |
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Anchor me, anchor me |
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As the compass turns |
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And the glass it falls |
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Where the storm clouds roll |
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And the gulls they call |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
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Let the salt spray lash |
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The shivering skin |
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Where the green waves crash |
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And the whirlpools spin |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me |
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Where the banshees cry |
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And the bells they sound |
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When you lift me high |
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When you pull me down |
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When you pull me down |
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When you pull me down |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea, your deep blue sea |
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In the middle of your deep blue sea, your deep blue sea |
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Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me, anchor me |
