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When i was seven |
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I asked my mother |
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To trip me to the bay |
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And put me on a ship |
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And lower me down |
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Lower me out of here |
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Because when i was seven |
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I wanted to live in a bathysphere |
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Between coral |
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Silent eel |
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Silver swordfish |
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I can't really feel or dream down here |
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And if the water should cut my line (*2) |
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Set me free |
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And if the water should cut my line |
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Set me free, i don't mind |
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I'll be the lost sailor, my home is the sea |
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When i was seven |
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My father said to me |
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'but you can't swim' |
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And i've never dreamed of the sea again |