| As I set down these notes on paper; |
| I’m obsessed by the thought that I might be
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| the last living man on earth
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| 2X2L calling CQ…
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| 2X2L calling CQ…
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| 2X2L calling CQ… New York
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| Isn’t there anyone on the air?
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| Isn’t there anyone on the air?
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| Isn’t there anyone?
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| Inside this leaking submarine the hull is closing in
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| The water is above my ankles and I still can’t get you off of my
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| I don’t think that we can pull this one off
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| We shall see, time will tell, what is time, and why does it taste like salt
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| water inside of my mouth?
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| Some day I will sail again to a distant shore far away
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| I will sail again to a distant shore far away
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| If the line snaps and there’s no air, will you hold me?
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| If I’m asleep, will you wake me?
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| If this rises and we hit the waves, will you dive back down?
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| Some day I will sail again to a distant shore far away
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| I will sail again to a distant shore far away
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| Hi ho
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| Something’s tugging on my leg and there it goes
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| Shallow water must be on the horizon but still too far to go
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| Spilling blood so fast I can’t keep up much more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more (far away)
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more (far away)
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| Sorry, sorry, can’t go no more
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| (I look down at my blackened hands…) |