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loose lips sink ships
far beneath the waves
of goodbyes and good times
that sing us to our graves
oh no, I'll trace the headland on my headstone
the lighthouse wil spark out
flames to warn the shore
and lookouts will shout loud
and load their guns once more
oh no, I'll trace the headland on my headstone
our lies will keel over
we'll talk when we're sober enough to swim
I have the fate of the ship
balanced on my lips
and my tongue and sword
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