Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967(Chords)

	        

 


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Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place 
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Dreamed to discover a new space 
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And buried himself alive  
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Inside his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant 
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He's working away on displacement 
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And what it would take to survive 



   
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'Cause when you're done with this world 
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You know the next is up to you 
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And his wife told his kids he was crazy 
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And his friends said he'd fail if he tried 
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But with a will to work hard 
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And a library card 
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He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride 



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That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it 
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Waves as big as he'd seen it 
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Deep in his dreams at home 
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From dry land 
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He rolled it over to wet sand 
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Closed the hatch up with one hand 
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And pedaled off alone 



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'Cause when you're done with this world 
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You know the next is up to you 
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And for once in his life it was quiet 
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As he learned how to turn in the tide 
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And the sky was a flare 
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When he came up for air 
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In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride 



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One evening 
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When weeks had passed since his leaving 
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The call she'd planned on receiving 
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Finally made it home 
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She accepted 
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The news she'd never expected 
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The operator connected 
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A call from Tokyo 



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'Cause when you're done with this world 
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You know the next is up to you 
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Now his friends   
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Bring him up when they're drinking 
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At the bar with his name on the side 
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And they smile when they can 
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As they speak of a man 
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Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride