| How inexplicable does it need to be
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| To trigger our hopes — question our needs?
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| No words can describe what the heart foresees
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| This quest for odd will never cease
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| Outsiders and strangers from overseas
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| Fascinated by legends, attracted by myths
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| Nothing bright enough for us to keep
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| This quest for odd will never cease
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| Traffic intruders — sailors of mercy
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| Bind their tongues and broken wrists
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| Broadways to mainstream bound to oblivion
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| We’ll counterflow your digit waves
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| Scuttling our barge
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| We keep chasing sunkn ships
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| Diving deep in the muddy water
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| Swallowing sand and chewing nacr
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| Seeking paradise underwater
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| Our friends gathered for subculture
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| Pirates army for punk treasures
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| The only map — guilty pleasure —
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| Is hidden there, lost forever
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| Our only goal is going darker
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| Let’s just pretend we’re seeking pearls
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| Stealing values from true nature
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| A chunk of history for world losers
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| An open book of trick spoilers
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| Full price tickets for amateurs
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| Still no one calls, no rush hour
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| We’re waiting here patient dreamers
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| Our only goal is going darker
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| Fucked up frequencies broadcasters
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| Sonar sounding buzzers
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| Sperm whales for main singers
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| Ocean’s weirdest subversive choir
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| In the melting ice and increasing water
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| As surface falls into terror
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| We’ll vanish all into vapor
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| Our only goal is going darker |