| So I set out on the sea
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| With a little food for me
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| And a sharp harpoon for the whale that I’m hunting
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| The fine women on the shore
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| They called out «give us more!»
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| But I have nothing to give (as if I did before)
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| Before my house burned down last night
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| And I killed my friends in a fight
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| So like I said, I paddled out in morning light
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| To see if I could see
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| A shape come from the deep
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| Or if I could hear it’s song of love at night taunt me
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| And though I know I’m getting some
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| My fingers are getting numb
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| I sit and toss and the cold waves wash over me
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| And I’ve been out here for sixty days
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| There’s no sign of spout or spray
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| And the cold dark night falls down the flat black sea
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| And in the calm I close my eyes
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| I lean back, rock from side to side
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| I am placid, I have slowly gone starry skies
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| With half closed eyes
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| But with a 'thump' 'thump' beneath my boat
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| Watch the water rise
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| And storms rage in my skiff crumbles
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| And the whale beneath assails and humbles
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| It says: «Knock knock!» |
| from beneath
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| «You know it’s me!
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| I’m your heart, I’m a whale
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| I’m the bottom of the deep black sea
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| My mouth is white and toothy» |