Watery rubber boots
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On the field of moss
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Inside the boots weary legs
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Of the man I always meet
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Swamp full of mist
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Icy embrace
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Nothing left of
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Sense of direction
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[Chorus:]
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Swamphell
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Kill me, let me sink in your lap
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Once was the air crystal clear
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Secular joys were so near
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Glory days have left behind
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Swamplord calls now misty mind
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Swamp full of mist
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Icy embrace
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Nothing left of
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Sense of direction
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[Chorus:]
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When there is nothing left on the surface
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And the wind is blowing slow
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Under the carpet of moss
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Finally I meet my Swamplord
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Swamphell
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| Kalmah |
