| Everything is so quiet, dark under the water,
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| Only mud all around and sand.
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| I step on mud
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| And I sing this slow rock.
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| The chest is torn from longing and from flour,
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| I gnaw the reeds with my teeth,
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| I cut my hands about shells,
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| But not a soul around.
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Only dumb fish with me
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| Quietly float in the abyss of the sea.
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| Only crayfish dig holes below,
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| I'll wave my blue hand to them.
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| Where would I find a sea friend,
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| To bathe with her in the night.
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| And then I'm bored:
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| It's boring here, even howl scream!
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Let me be plump and smell a little,
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| And let the blue face
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| As before, I can love many,
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| Even though I'm dead now.
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| I will pick water lilies in the swamp,
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| And I'll give them to the mermaid.
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| And let her throw eggs
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| I will conquer her.
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| And when the moon lights up the river,
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| I will lie down with a mermaid to the bottom.
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| I'll snuggle up to the green body
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| All I want from her is one thing.
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| I'll spend the whole night with her on the silt.
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| And in the morning, when the sun rises,
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| I'll give her a lily
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| Let her go to hell, with God, swim.
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man!
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, I'm a drowned man! |