| 'Neath the leaden lid
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| I saw your face
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| Ashen and pale as you walked away
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| And I stayed behind
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| Oh Where’d you go
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| Dearest friend of mine
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| Can you recall the lurid scene of savagery
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| The sea beast belly-up and beached
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| Twice as long as a seven mast ship
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| They took him apart with pliers and a crane
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| Oh they took him apart, though it took several days
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| And they took him apart and the townspeople came
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| And chit-chattered away
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| The sky that night seemed lacerated
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| Each cloud a con- contusion
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| Some wade in the water to wash his bones off
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| I wade in the water and I watch 'em
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| Then they stack him up on a pushcart
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| Haul him off to the maritime museum
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| The horizon boasts a widowed light
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| That punches pinholes 'tween the sycamores and pines
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| And through the sodden bogs I make my way back home
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| The biddies of the town can chew this tale down
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| And gnaw it into skeletal scraps 'til fiction is fact
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| See the truckling trees, bare in the air
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| But for struggling kites
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| Oh! |
| His bones are bleached, laid out on the truck
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| His teeth are brushed and his mouth is shut
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| His bones are tied with twine and screws
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| Put on poles, hoisted up in a room
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| I recall looking once 'neath your lids
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| To a universe full of starts
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| And the days drag on awfully long
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| When you’re not one who can carry on
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| Chit-chattering away
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| Chit-chattering away… |