| They say that in 1842 on a plantation in Alabama
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| The slaves unearthed a huge skeleton
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| The bones of a giant whale
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| A leviathan
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| From the time when all the world was covered with water
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| From the Andes to the Himalayas
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| And even Alabama was deep down under
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| And the slaves looked at the huge bones and they said:
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| These must be the bones of a fallen angel
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| These must be the bones of a fallen angel
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| Out on the ocean, out of the water
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| We look for signs of him
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| He looks like a giant snow hill, a fountain
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| Then he disappears. |
| He’s a speck on the horizon
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| We see him only in parts
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| The flash of a tail, his beating heart
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| He’s in pieces and parts
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| It’s easier for a camel to slide through the eye of a needle
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| Than to find a whale who hides at the bottom of the ocean
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| It’s easier to sail around the world in a coffee cup
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| Than to see a whale when he comes rising up
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| We see him only in parts
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| A fountain, fins, a speck on the horizon
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| Giant teeth, an open mouth
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| Look out, look out, look out, look out
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| So hit an elephant with a dart
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| And he just reaches around and pulls it out with his trunk
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| But hit a whale in the hear and the whole ocean turns red
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| It turns red
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| We see him only in parts
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| The flash of a tail, his beating heart
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| He’s in pieces and parts
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| So get hit in your head
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| And there may be a few things you can’t recall at all
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| But you get hit in your heart
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| And you’re in pieces and parts
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| Pieces and parts |