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So I set out on the sea |
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With a little food for me |
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And a sharp harpoon for the whale that I'm hunting |
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The fine women on the shore |
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They called out "give us more!" |
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But I have nothing to give (as if I did before) |
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Before my house burned down last night |
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And I killed my friends in a fight |
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So like I said, I paddled out in morning light |
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To see if I could see |
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A shape come from the deep |
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Or if I could hear it's song of love at night taunt me |
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And though I know I'm getting some |
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My fingers are getting numb |
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I sit and toss and the cold waves wash over me |
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And I've been out here for sixty days |
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There's no sign of spout or spray |
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And the cold dark night falls down the flat black sea |
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And in the calm I close my eyes |
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I lean back, rock from side to side |
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I am placid, I have slowly gone starry skies |
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With half closed eyes |
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But with a 'thump' 'thump' beneath my boat |
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Watch the water rise |
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And storms rage in my skiff crumbles |
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And the whale beneath assails and humbles |
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It says: "Knock knock!" from beneath |
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"You know it's me! |
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I'm your heart, I'm a whale |
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I'm the bottom of the deep black sea |
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My mouth is white and toothy" |
