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Sharks don't attack the Irish |
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It's mostly Australians |
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There's nothing accomplished |
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By these splashing citizens |
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From the moon down to the surface |
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Of the Mariana's trench |
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I won't send you in a cab when |
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I can take you there myself then |
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Steal a look over your shoulder |
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At the distant lights of your firmament |
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When the shark's finished the Irish |
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And those people from Berlin |
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We left our look of the landed |
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With one of rescue's imminent |
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From the moon down to the surface |
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Of the Mariana's trench |
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I won't send you in a cab when |
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I can take you there myself then |
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Steal a look over your shoulder |
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At the chandeliers of your firmament |
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It's your firmament, baby |