Gudrid Hansdottir a faroese fisherman speaks of drowning

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I've pissed saltwater since I was fourteen
And I'd still be onboard my cousins trawler
If that damned cable hadn't snapped my sleeve
And bent me backwards until I couldn't holler.
But you can't let fear cripple your will
When you're in the waves up above your neck
Or else your limbs will get heavier still
And then who'd dare risk pulling you on deck.
Ahhh. Ah Ah... Ahhh.
'Cus you can't always save a drowning man
Especially if he don't try to swim
And if you choose to reach out to him with your hand
There's a strong chance he might drag you in
Then he drew a bottle from his coat
And stumbled back to his motor boat.
Ahhh. Ah ah ah.
Ahhh. Ah ah ah.
Ahhh. Ah ah ah.
Ahhh. Ah ah ah.
Ahhh. Ah ah ah.
Ahhhhhhhh.

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