Nobody cares
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bout ocean affairs
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He's by himself 'cause nobody loves him
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Cleaning his sand
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Filled boots with his hand
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Looking for something but nothing sees him
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Happy was he
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in spite of his knee
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That wasn't there because of his day job
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There was a man
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who took to the band
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paying attention tried to adhere him
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And he ran
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And he shot
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But his rivals were sharp
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And the kids
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in the sand
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struggled finding a plan
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Seemingly fine
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he sipped on his wine
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Terror was healthy but not on a mission
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There was a sea
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A mystical tease
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Our cannons were shot
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'til we couldn't afford them
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Others would have died alone
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Angels all worked free
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Timeless fairs and sing-alongs
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Speaking naturally
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And he ran
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And he shot
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But his rivals were sharp
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And the kids
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in the sand
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struggled deep hand in hand
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All the way
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from the bay
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We can hear them say
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All the time
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we were dead
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And I'm Cap' Splendid
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And he ran
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And he shot
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But his rivals were sharp
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And the kids
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in the sand
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struggled deep hand in hand
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All the way
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from the bay
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I could hear them say
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I don't care
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if we're dead
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I am Captain Splendid
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Captain Splendid
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| Kara's Flowers |
