Down here all the fish is smoked and the men on the land are happy, they're happy cause they don't think of the fish in the bowl, but fish in the bowl is smart, and they have a bad fate, one day they get hungry and guess who'll end up on the plate? Under the sea... under the sea, darling it's better let them where it's wetter, take it from me, up on the shore they're bored all day, out in the sun we slave all day
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