Who might know of this? The notes we left Our final thoughts And we knew they'd get ours out Sink, sink Drowned by our country Old machine Is crushed and forgotten Never surface again The air runs out The captain's first So we take to memories And layers of clothes Up there the family weeps Outside hammers Noises sound like the end And we will never see them Sink, sink Drowned by our country Great machine Is crushed, old and rotten Never surface again
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