| Every old salt knows a song to sing, when things go wrong, and things go wrong,
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| that can resurrect men with mighty hymns, cannot raise the diving bell.
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| With their hands cut open in the line and weeping, sea swelled like the ribcage,
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| a lions breathing,
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| They pulled 'til you swore that the rope was bleeding, their core poured from
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| the palms of gods and heathens
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| When their bell dipped down in the ____ deep, and they know many omens are
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| spoken evil,
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| but those poor souls that know that awful feeling, fate dancing like their
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| lancing ___
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| Every old salt knows a song to sing, when things go wrong, and things go wrong,
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| that can resurrect men with mighty hymns, cannot raise the diving bell.
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| Cannot raise the diving bell (2x)
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| Well the sanguine sun set on the evening, in the sea like glass that was far
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| too peaceful,
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| though the line ran tight to the bell beneath it, and heaven is where the devil
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| always hides his secrets
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| Let me teach you songs that will fair you well, let me draw you ___ through the
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| gates of Hell,
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| who would kill those men on one can tell, the secrets of the diving bell,
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| the secrets of the diving bell (2x)
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| Every old salt knows a song to sing, when things go wrong, and things go wrong,
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| that can resurrect men with mighty hymns, cannot raise the diving bell.
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| Every old salt knows a song to sing, when winds are gone, and winds are gone,
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| you can fill flat sails with the salty strings, cannot raise the diving bell.
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| Cannot raise the diving bell (2x) |