| When I feel weird, I close my eyes
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| And think of where the sun don’t shine
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| On that foggy triangle far away
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| In my dreams a violent storm
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| Sucks my body, off the shore
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| To a volcano-city, undersea
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| Goodbye world, I’m outta here
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| I’ve packed my bag, I have no fear
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| I’m headed to the land of no returns
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| Blast me to Bermuda!
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| Sunken ships and beguiled ghouls
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| The bane of vacationing fools
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| Gnawed wetsuits and bloody lagoons abound
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| At last my plane, it takes a dive
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| The truth unveiled if I survive
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| Witness to a twinkling in the deep
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| Goodbye world, I’m outta here
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| I’ve packed my bag, I have no fear
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| I’m headed to the land of no returns
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| Blast me to Bermuda! |