| Once there was an old ocean
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| Where anyone who saw it Grew old with the sea
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| So we were terrified of water
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| And of all the sons and daughters
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| No one dared to see
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| On the banks of the coastline
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| I tracked a bleeding loved one
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| His blood was mingling
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| And the saltiest of waters
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| 'cause apparently they faltered
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| Never again to be seen
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| So i cry, i tried
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| I cried, i scry
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| This old warship has wounds and
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| It won’t sail for nothin'
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| An old sailor said to me And i was foolish not to listen
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| And paid such close conscription
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| All the lies i believed
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| «but if you lend me some more labor
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| And put your name on paper
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| We just might catch a breeze»
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| I know now he was not a captain
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| And because of all my actions
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| I grow alone with the sea
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| I have strangely become immune
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| To the thought of seeing you
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| And the smell of cheap perfume
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| With all the liquor i’ve consumed
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| There’s no more beauty in this world
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| There’s no more beauty in this world
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| Because i’ve strangely become immune
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| To the thought of seeing you
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| And the smell of cheap perfume
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| With all the liquor i’ve consumed
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this world
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| Because i’ve strangely become immune
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| To the thought of seeing you
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| And the smell of cheap perfume
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| Is just a ring around the moon
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this world
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| I try, i cried
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| I tried, i scry
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this
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| There’s no more beauty in this world |