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Scanning at the blue bended headlands |
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White flurry scudded, a dark silhouette flashes by, in the wet |
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It is glistening flesh |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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There is room for make believe out in the ocean |
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There is room for make believe out on the land |
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In the wet, in the dream, if its flashing then seen |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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Looking to the white framed headland |
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Green pockets dropping, a bright cockatoo |
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Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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There is room for make believe out in the ocean |
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There is room for make believe out on the land |
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In the west, crashes by, its a green silhouette |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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No one can make her, no one can break her down |
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Underwater, over land |
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No one can make her, no one can break her |
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Underwater, over land |
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No one can make her, no one can break her |
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She is what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down |
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Looking to the white framed headland |
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Green pockets dropping a bright cockatoo |
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Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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There is room for make believe out in the ocean |
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There is room for make believe out on the land |
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In the wet, flashes by, its a green silhouette |
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In the deep marine, in the deep marine |
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No one can make her, no one can break her |
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Underwater, overland |
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No one can break her, no one can fake her |
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She it what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down |
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Underwater, overland |
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No one can squeeze her, no one can freeze her now |
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No one can make her, no one can break her down |
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No one can seize her, no one can freeze her |
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She is what she is and you've got to see it |
