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Here I stand, the model of a gentleman
whose life would flourish soon as he began
to feel the passion surging through his vein
and know it wasn't just a game--
better than the comfort of the idle sane.
There she was, forbidden fruit on silver plate.
Who knew the ocean was so great?
'Til the voyage tossed my tiny ship around
and set me here on foreign ground--
Tried to scream, but couldn't seem to make a sound.
(The crew discusses the captain's declining mental state.)
Then a stroke of genius filled my aching head
as I lay silent in my bed:
Pull the plug and watch the whole damn thing go where
there is no sunlight and no air--
I've been told the seas are very calm down there.
Here I stand, the model of a gentleman
whose life would end as soon as it began.
You know, there was something I'd left unsaid
that day, together in my bed--
Victim to the mutineer inside my head.
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