| With a big splash he was hurled in at the deep end,
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| before he knew what happened the pool floor turned into a sea bed.
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| A thousand life jackets on the surface, could he reach them?
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| If he couldn’t he would never breath again.
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| He had to empty all his pockets, he had to be a bit lighter,
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| the struggle to the top was gonna be a big fight but
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| if he wasn’t dragged to his death by material things
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| he stood a better chance and really could win
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| so with that he took his wallet, his keys and his jewellery
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| and let them sink thinking «fuck me, what a fool I’ve been, none of you have
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| helped me since I fell into the water and only now I’ve learnt, I couldn’t tell
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| it when I bought ya»
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| It’s what’s inside that turns the ordinary to survivours.
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| Soldiers never go to war wearing designer ware,
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| so it’s either throw away the dog clobber or be the best dressed down in davie
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| jones locker.
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| Tonight
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| We’re standing on the brink.
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| You start to feel when you can’t think.
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| You learn to rise when others sink.
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| And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
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| He was still under there, in his underware.
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| He badly needed to come up for air
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| but as he swam up, with nothing on except the bare-essentials,
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| the lack of oxygen to his brain must’ve sent him nearly mental
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| cause everytime he scogged the abys,
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| he swore he saw a different fucking mermaid blowing him a kiss.
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| He closed his eyes and tried to focus on rising
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| but opened 'em, one of the hoes swam beside him and spoke to him
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| but wasn’t vocal or miming, she opened his mind and coaxed him inside.
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| «If you go down and get me everything you chucked away, I swear babes,
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| today’ll be your lucky day»
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| She kissed him, breathed life into his lungs,
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| now he kind of owed her so he dived for the junk
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| but he dashed cause he tought she was giving him a heart
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| but she’d tricked him, now the mug was swimming with the sharks.
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| Tonight
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| We’re standing on the brink.
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| You start to feel when you can’t think.
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| You learn to rise when others sink.
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| And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
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| We’re standing on the brink.
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| You start to feel when you can’t think.
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| You learn to rise when others sink.
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| It means we’re starting to learn how to swim.
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| Now he was covered in teeth marks from that biting son of a bitch,
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| that must have been the hungriest fish that he’d ever come across,
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| but our hero hadn’t lost; |
| he’d won with no weapons
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| he had done it with his fists.
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| He wanted his revenge on the mermaid,
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| she had set him up after all so it was only right the girl paid.
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| But then he thought forget her and kicked for his life, it isn’t over yet
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| so I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
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| Can’t leave life alone the world needs me,
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| he rose and rose it soon began to feel easy,
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| he poked his head through and gasped for air in the sea breeze
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| he felt so relaxed now, must’ve been the sea-weed.
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| He grabbed a life jacket to keep himself afloat
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| and he swam to the horizon, not seeking any boat, no
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| a different idea crossed his mind alltogether;
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| he’d go and live on his own desert island foverever
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| Tonight
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| We’re standing on the brink.
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| You start to feel when you can’t think.
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| You learn to rise when others sink.
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| And we’re starting to learn how to swim.
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| We’re standing on the brink.
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| You start to feel when you can’t think.
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| You learn to rise when others sink.
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| It means we’re starting to learn how to swim. |