The closest island is a prison 

Full of stunning strangers sporting big grins 

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There are no walls and there are no gates 

Only trapped there by their desire for a taste 

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Every second a new wave hits the shore 

Then carries out to sea the bones of the worn

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It's a factory just missing the smoke 

They stare at a mysterious clock, waiting for it to stroke 

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The theory is this is how you make it out 
Be patient, wait for your turn, and don't ever shout 

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But poison is subtle, it doesn't make a sound

Soon the group is thinner, there's more to go around 

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And so into the ocean I'll swim 

Choosing the company of fish over those who pretend 

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Now it's just the horizon and me

Taking our chances with the deep blue sea