| The salt in the swill, it builds around me
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| And as for the villains, it burns up holes in the soles
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| Of all the dirty feet, yeah burn ‘em up to smithereens
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| The water is stained with oranges and greens
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| Mosquito planes and the names of prehistoric submarines
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| All in smithereens
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| They were battered by the bruisers of the neighborhood
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| The neighborhood, they try to break the shells
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| Oh the neighborhood, the neighborhood, they try to break the shells
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| And they’ll go seining amongst the krill and all the killies
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| Oh, while entertaining thoughts of fishing me out
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| But I am amphibian, oh what a lucky state to be in
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| When you try to push me in
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| Or pull me out to dry up on the shore
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| Oh, 2 oxygens, 2 hydrogen, 1 oxygen
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| Oh, H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you
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| H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you |