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Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still didn't make the grade,
still didn't make the grade.

Somewhere in the basement I once had
a good idea but I can't find it.
My mind is drawing blanks
to fill the page,
but I still won't make the grade,
still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
in the better half of man,
and the stories we'll remember
are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of my brain
I just don't care and I don't want to.
But I do, anyway...
anyway, I
still won't make the grade,
still won't make the grade.

I'm regaining patience
in the better half of man,
and the stories we'll remember
are from a different hand.

Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean
I am floating past the algae,
the whale bones, so pretty,
but my body
still won't make the grade...
still won't make the grade...
still won't make the grade.

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