| The mornin' wind and the smell of ancient springtimes
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| Smoke stacks build the skyline of this town
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| This could have been a jungle out of a children’s book
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| If those power palls wouldn’t remind us of our time
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| Today I am a bulgy submarine
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| Floating patiently below the surface
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| Below the oil slick, and below the sunlight
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| And this is exactly where I was meant to be
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| Leave me alone with all my cheap dreams
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| And please don’t say you know me
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| 'Cause you don’t know me
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| You got it all wrong
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| Not above the water
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| But below there is my home, home
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| Deep down in the blue we blossom fairly
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| Submarine bodies and creatures of the night
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| The deeper you come visitin' us, the more the pressure will condense you
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| It’s the cruel beings for whom the eclipse was made
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| I coil up down there and dream of your chunky strong hands
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| With which you used to carve me wooden swords
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| The memories, they vanish as we dive
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| And if you go for this feel free to come on board
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| Leave me alone with all my cheap dreams
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| And please don’t say you know me
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| 'Cause you don’t know me at all
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| You got it all wrong
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| Not above the water
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| But below there is my home, home
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| The child and the savior
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| Don’t you dare misbehave
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| I am your savior, 'cause I got the grown up shape
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| Daddy and his waver
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| I am the boat, you are the wave
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| There is no misbehavior
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| I got the grown up shape
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| The child becomes a sailor, nature’s forces will obey
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| Daddy is his savior, 'cause he’s got the grown up shape
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| He’s got the grown up shape, he’s got the grown up shape |