| Keep from us heartless tides of time:
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| The currents that will wreck you
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| On the continental shelf the water’s warm
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| The harbour walls protect you
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| After the levee breaks
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| The dead man’s fingers hold you
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| All the mermaids sing
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| They want you for their own
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| Their drowning arms enfold you
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| Gimme streets of lights and wine
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| Gimme better thorts than mine
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| My scratch-card god
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| Vouchsafe our souls to keep
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| From these periscopic sorrows
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| And the Horrors of the Deep
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| Sex on the beach is fine
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| All up for stimulation
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| But down at full fathom five
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| -Just to survive-
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| You need some inhalation
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| What does a poor boy do
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| When they all drag your name round town?
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| What the old men and the sea all said to me
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| Was quite enough to drag me down
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| Take it like a man
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| Or like the little bitch I am
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| I feel it now
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| I lay me down to sleep:
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| Suspect morals in the corals
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| And the Horrors of the Deep
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| Sumptuously poised here in the foam
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| A watery quintessence
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| Later pitifully trailing home alone
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| My bio-luminescence
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| Beached on the Kentish Knock
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| -So very far from Camden Town
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| And while Kraken dreams
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| The Little Mermaid sings her song of legs and sound
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| Out there in the bay
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| Where the salt will burn away
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| Your landlocked pride
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| -Out there such thought is cheap
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| Watch me holler in the squalor
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| With the Horrors of the Deep |