Ten thousand men sleep down with Davy Jones;
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with stolen treasure they tithe.
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The open water chills me to my bones,
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but it's the only place that I feel alive.
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The ocean floor begins to disappear;
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I sense that terrible depth.
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The open water is my only fear,
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but I'll sail as long as I still have breath in me.
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I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you,
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cause it gives, and it takes away.
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Between the devil and the deep blue sea,
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I stare into the abyss.
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The open water is an awful thing,
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but I'm anxious till the anchor is aweigh.
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I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you,
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cause it gives, and it takes away.
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I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you,
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cause it gives, and it takes away.
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I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you,
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cause it gives, and it takes away.
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Open Water
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