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I've had enough, these salty drops* |
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I've caught a thousand of them, filled a hundred cups |
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And bit by bit, they grew and grew |
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So I begin to turn them into something new |
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Every hour of every night |
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My little soldiers drew a breath and came to life |
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And one by one they formed a line |
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And pledged allegiance to this salty heart of mine |
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And what do you suppose they will do |
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What do you suppose they will say |
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The world will have its day |
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With my army of tears |
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Filled the house in shallow waves |
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I've fed them only on revenge and bitter rage |
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And they grew up angry and tall |
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Lo and behold I have a coldest sea of all |
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I build a boat made out of ice |
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To sail the frozen ocean of my own device |
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And there I'll float and there I'll freeze |
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Commander of a fleet, queen of the sea |
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And what do you suppose they will do |
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What do you suppose they will do |
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The whole world will bow down to |
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My army of tears |
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Darken the day, black out the sun |
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The water's flowing over everything and everyone |
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The sirens yell that it's begun |
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My army |
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The whole world will live in fear |
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Of my army of tears |
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And what do you suppose they will do |
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What do you suppose they will do |
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The whole world will live in fear |
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Of my army of tears |
