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Through the tallest waveInto outer spaceEyes of black against the fish tailHe will die, he will cryHe will fill his hands up with water'Til he gets the song of the sirenKeeps a shell tucked in a pocket to remind him of the seaKeeps his eyes upon the water to remind what could...And the whisper that he hears. Is it coming from his head?Are there things that talk to him, when he wishes he was...Though the tallest waveInto outer spaceEyes of black against the fish tailHe will die, he will cryHe will fill his hands up with water'Til he gets the song of the sirensGet in. From Letras Mania