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Who can tell what's there to find
under deep waters
thousands of meters
under the waves
i've been thinking lately
i could be there
at last find peace
with the fish all around me
they took the plates from my truck
last thursday night
i can travel the roads
with a temporary permit
i sleep on abandoned truckstops
in the middle of the forests
i have no permission to stop
they are still negotiating
well, someone has to do this
they made me a promise
the final containment area
will be certain this summer
the cargo behind me
no one knows what it contains
the men with geiger-counters
put on their masks
i wish i could get home at last
after thirteen years meet my children
and my wife's new husband
but there are no white spots
on the map anymore
you can't watch the earth from far enough
you can't escape your cargo
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