| Fly the flag of the caduceus
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| I swear there was an oath you swore to uphold
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| The men go out on their ships most every night
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| And the harpooners won’t make it out alive
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| And I’m inclined to agree
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| 'Cause when you’re fishing in the sea
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| Its all just cetacean history
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| All along there never was the one
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| You said you’re after
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| And the asps crawl up your arm
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| From off the cane you brandished at me
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| You tried to heal the hole with snake oil
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| And white whale blubber
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| There never was a hole at all
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| All you ever wanted was perfection and acceptance
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| And the people of the world have just been rearranging faces
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| And the truth about the people is that
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| People are just people, you know?
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| All you ever wanted was perfection and acceptance
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| And the people of the world have just been rearranging faces
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| And the truth about the people is that
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| People are just people, you know?
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| And I’m inclined to agree
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| 'Cause when you’re fishing in the sea |
| Its all just cetacean history
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| Bowie says «don't believe,»
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| Don’t believe, don’t believe
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| In cetacean history |