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Sharks don't attack the Irish,
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it's mostly Australians.
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There's nothing accomplished
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by these splashing citizens.
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from the Moon down to the surface
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of the Mariana's Trench
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I won't send you in a cab when
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I can take you there myself then steal a look
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over your shoulder at
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the distant lights of your firmament.
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When the sharks finished the Irish
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and those people from Berlin.
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We left our look of the landed
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with one of rescue's imminent
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From the Moon down to the surface
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of the Mariana's Trench
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I won't send you in a cab when
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I can take you there myself then steal a look
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over your shoulder at
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the chandeliers of your firmament.
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it's your firmament, baby.
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Sharks
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| The Tragically Hip |
