| We had just left shore when everything began to happen at once
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| The water came in and we started to go down
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| I looked at jill and she looked back, thinking it would be alright to go down
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| Then the railings broke and the motors gave out
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| The hall emptied out and no-one was left for the band
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| The amps all wet, speakers burst, soaked
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| We, up three flight now, tried to meet up with the galley crew
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| But it seemed everyone had gone
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| We had a smoke to pass some time
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| Jill said ``I'd love to, right now"
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| What could i say, we did while the waters rose, licking our feet
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| It was fun and funny so we laughed
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| I loved the way she could laugh, so full bodied
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| When we hit the sky we were high over the rooves
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| A field of gnarled antennas coiling upwards
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| Waves and waveforms joining in a nice hot blast
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| So different from the boat
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| The cold silver sky opened for us and we passed through
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| Last i saw of jill she was heading into the coils of the antennae
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| Laughing, so beautiful
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| Saying she hadn’t yet had her fill of the boys there and the electricity
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| Saying she wanted to plug in again and fry a bit
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| I said ``watch the water love"
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| She kept laughing and shook her hair
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| She said ``I'd love to, right now, you know"
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| So we did, and had a smoke too, and her lips parted
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| There in amongst the coiling snakes of an antenna she looked right at home
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| The waves came up and a blinding flash caught me dreaming of her
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| As she looked all crossed with wires and sparks watching the blast
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| Everything went orange and all my thoughts dissolved inwards in the cloud
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| I thought one last: how different from the sea is the boat |