I nearly died when you jumped in
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But you had to drown before you could swim
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All the people on the beach, they were so impressed
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That they wanted to join you but no they wouldn’t undress
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Oh there, that wetness, splashed their skin
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So they prayed for a whirlpool to pull you in
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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So they looked away and they tried to pretend
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That it was for you, but no it wasn’t for them
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Now the fear of sinking remains in place
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But it’s this fear of failure that a real disgrace
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Let me be the one
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Let me be the one
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Let me be the one
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Let me be the one
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To get over you wall
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To get over you wall
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Heads in the sand, sea out of reach
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Swept away by the games of the beach
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Those people sat and watched your stand
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While the wait of their fears pulled them underground
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Will anyone learn from the stories that are told
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Of the tribe who drown in a grave of gold
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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Ya ho
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I see your heads down
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Someone’s calling
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Put you heads down
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Someone’s drowning
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Look up see what’s fit for your eyes
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Some escaping on someone drowning
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Your head is underground
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Your head is underground
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Your head is underground
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Your head is under the ground
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Ya Ho
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| James |
