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Through the tallest wave, into outer space,
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     eyes are black against the fish tail.
Ab5                   | F#5                        |
He will die, he will cry, he will fill his hands
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up with water, until he hears the song of the siren.


Keeps a shell tucked in his pocket to remind him of the sea,
keeps his eyes upon the water to remind him what could be.
And the whisper that he hears, is it coming from his head?
All the things that come to him when he wishes he was---

Through the tallest wave, into outer space,
eyes are black against the fish tail.
He will die, he will cry, he will fill his hands
up with water, until he hears the song of the siren.