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This is the accent of the halfhearted land. |
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Does it all make sense now? |
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And if the ship was built in bottled sand, |
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Does it all make sense now? |
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The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. |
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Does it all make sense now? |
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Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? |
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The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." |
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A mirror was splintered on the decks floor. |
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Does it all make sense now? |
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A stowaway that lived beneath this hull. |
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Does it all make sense now? |
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The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. |
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Yes, it all makes sense now. |
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Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? |
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This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." |
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Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. |
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Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? |
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Breathe the taste of salt water. |
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Dry-heave up and overboard! |
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Ponce de Leon wrinkles. |
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Let's make it young again! |
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Boat drinks for captains. |
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Row our boat, stowaway! |
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Boat drinks for captains. |
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Row our boat, stowaway! |
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Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? |
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The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." |
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Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. |
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All makes sense now. |
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If your map was torn, |
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navigate, navigate. |
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All makes sense now. |
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If your compass broke, |
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navigate, navigate. |
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All makes sense now. |
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If your map was torn, |
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navigate, navigate. |
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All makes sense now. |