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She fell in love with the ocean,
And now she's beneath the blue;
She's got this profound devotion,
To a refracted point of view.
She's been under so long
In the North Atlantic drag,
That she'll only breach
To surf the ocean waves.
I haven't seen it yet.
Nope, I haven't seen it yet.
And I have tried to save her,
From the clutches beneath;
But she's drawn by a mirage,
Of the great coral reef.
My call's lost in the medium of air,
And water;
Just a muffled moan she ignores,
The wayward daughter.
She won't - she can't resist the undertow,
Ridin' the tide like she'll never grow old;
She preaches of days she'll sail above the blue,
Oooh-ooh oo-ooh.
I haven't seen it yet. [fading...]
Nope, I haven't seen it yet.
