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Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place
Dreamed to discover a new space
And buried himself alive
Inside his bat, tongue on the side of his face meant
He s working away on displacement
And what it would take to survive
Cause when you re done with this world
You know the next is up to you
And his wife told his kids he was crazy
And his friends said he d fail if he tried
But with a will to work hard
And a library card
He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride
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That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it
Waves as big as he d seen it
Deep in his dreams at home
From dry land
He rolled it over to wet sand
Closed the hatch up with one hand
And peddled off alone
Cause when you re done with this world
You know the next is up to you
And for once in his life it was quiet
As he learned how to turn in the tide
And the sky was a flare
When he came up for air
In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride
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One evening
When weeks had passed since his leaving
The call she d planned on receiving
Finally made it home
She accepted
The news she d never expected
The operator connected
A call from Tokyo
Cause when you re done with this world
You know the next is up to you
Now his friends
Bring him up when they re drinking
At the bar with his name on the side
And they smile when they can
As they speak of a man
Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride
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