On the surface!
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There's a reef blower!
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Turn your masts!
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(Oh)
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So with a blow to your bow, take on water
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A diver descends
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Hey, did no one tell you?
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Sunken ships belong underwater
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In their slow descent to the ocean floor
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They are so quickly forgotten
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So as you disapear into the night time waters
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How many will you take with you?
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So when your insides rot
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A diver dscends in pursuit of riches
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As he drifts along your bow
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He will laugh at the gaping void
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He was the cause of your demise
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He will enter to find there is no treasure here
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Just a hollow mass of waste and death
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Take on water
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We knew you didn't have it in you
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(to sail among the ships)
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The 20th Century Was Entirely Mine
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| Fear Before The March Of Flames |
