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Water, water
Everywhere
But not a drop to drink
Holes in my plan
Holes in this boat
Enough to make it sink
No one gets out alive
Only rats leave the ship
Grow gills and you’ll survive
With a bottle in your grip
All the whiskey
All the Rum
Both will make you pay
Slept through the morning
Suffered through the sun
Sick throughout the day
Nothin’ left to live for
This boats a floating tomb
There’s no returning to shore
Just hope the end is soon
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