U-boats patrolled the Atlantic, brave men if misguided

I sweat just thinking about all that ocean overhead

I'm sweating now not because I'm locked in a tin cylinder

It's because of what you've done to my head

I still can't believe the depths I've sunk to

I'm harassed and chided and regularly baited

I've become remiss about my personal hygiene

My professional standards hav...

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Was it all real, 

what was said in the night?

Words sound different in the morning. 

But isnt the Romantic the one who knows right? 

He is the one who sees clearly 

that other world moving through us. 

Believe the heights, believe the depths;

it is the banality of the middle ground that lies, 

not the joy of the morning or the pain of the night. 

I must cling to what is ...

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