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There, out on the waves,
something will take your breath |
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A blue not natural
here,
come from the murky depth |
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One more holiday mired
by the endless sea |
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And Rupert and his
friend hoping
to make it back in time for tea |
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Break the waves and tell me
where I can find |
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The ones who'll eat
the weed
and halt the madness of the tide |
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Off to southern seas
in search
of a friendly face |
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Accosted by the offspring
of this foreign place |
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Just when all seems
lost,
they sight the pinkish scales |
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Who bear the weight
of a world and
all of the hope that a last attempt entails |
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Break the waves and tell me
where I can find |
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The ones who'll eat
the weed
and halt the madness of the tide |
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Break the waves and tell me
where I can find |
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The ones who'll eat
the weed and
halt the madness of the tide |
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On a ride upon the
horses of the sea |
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Down beneath the waves
to
greet the ocean's majesty |
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Come to cleanse these
shores
of the southern parasite |
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And let us claim the
sands and strike a chord to mark the fight |