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On a crowded beach in a distant time |
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At the height of summer see a boy of five |
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At the water's edge so nimble and free |
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Jumping over the ripples, looking way out to sea |
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Now a man comes up from amongst the throng |
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Takes the young boy's hand and his hand is strong |
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And the child feels safe, yeah, the child feels brave |
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As he's carried in those arms up and over the waves |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, is calling him on |
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Let's move forward now and the child's seventeen |
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With a girl in the back seat tugging at his jeans |
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And she knows what she wants, she guides with her hand |
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As a voice cries inside him - "I'm a man, I'm a man!" |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, is calling him on. |
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Now the man meets a woman unlike all the rest |
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Well, he doesn't know it yet but he's out of his depth |
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And he thinks he can run, it's a matter of pride |
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But he keeps coming back like a cork on the tide |
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Well, the years hurry by and the woman loves the man |
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Then one night in the dark she grabs hold of his hand |
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Says 'There, can you feel it kicking inside?!' |
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And the man gets a shiver right up and down his spine |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, is calling him on. |
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So the clock moves around and the child is a joy |
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But Death doesn't care just who it destroys |
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Now the woman gets sick, thins down to the bone |
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She says 'Where I'm going next, I'm going alone' |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water |
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On a distant beach lonely and wild |
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At a later time see a man and a child |
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And the man takes the child up into his arms |
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Takes her over the breakers |
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To where the water is calm |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, |
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Deeper water, is calling them on |