Dearly beloved we are gathered here today
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To lament the loss of honesty,
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To the art of saving face.
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Of vanity and opacity,
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A generation lost beneath the waves.
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Loose lips sink ships,
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And we're all going down.
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We're in the throes of vertigo,
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Higher is impossible.
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Sink like a stone,
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Let it all go,
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Higher is impossible.
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The oceans rise to break the bow,
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And I find peace within the sound,
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Or water rushing in.
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So bid farewell to all you know,
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Take your place way down below,
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We'll sleep beneath the waves.
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Loose lips sink ships,
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And we're all going down.
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We're in the throes of vertigo,
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Higher is impossible.
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Sink like a stone,
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Let it all go,
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Higher is impossible.
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Loose lips sink ships,
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And we're on our way down.
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So slowly we drift down,
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And all our Kings are dead now.
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Beneath The Waves
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| Young Guns |
