| He was a man who tried to live according to his dreams
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| He was a true underwater diver, deep into his streams
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| He fell in love with the water world, he tried to live underneath the waves of
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| gray
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| He built a dome underneath the lake, and then he fell away
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| Descender! |
| Descender! |
| You keep seeing these visions in the darkest hours,
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| but you can’t feel the changes in the nation, stormy waves messing with your
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| powers
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| Poison in the lake found a passage to the drinkable well
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| Freshwater Nemo lost his mind in the diving bell
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| He started seeing these visions that he wanted, clear, bright and green
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| So real, what he was seeing
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| He saw a sky full of Stuka dive-bombers, a plane and a pilot from every race
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| From each nation there’s a redneck cracker with a reason to be fighting for the
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| mother place
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| And on the land there were vines and beetles crawling on the works of men
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| And then the sky was bright, there was a ripple on the surface and Descender
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| lost touch again!
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| Descender! |
| Descender! |
| You keep seeing these visions in the darkest hours,
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| but you can’t feel the changes in the nation, stormy waves messing with your
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| powers
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| Descender! |
| Descender! |
| You keep seeing these visions in the darkest hours,
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| but you can’t see no flames above the nation, stormy waves messing with your
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| powers!
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| Descender! |
| Descender! |