John Mayer – Walt Graces Submarine Test January 1967 (Ukulele)

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Walt Grace, desperately hating his whole place

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Dreamed to discover a new space

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And buried himself alive 

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Inside his basement, tongue on the side of his face meant

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He's working away on displacement

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And what it would take to survive

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'Cause when you're done with this world

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You know the next is up to you

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And his wife told his kids he was crazy

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And his friends said he'd fail if he tried

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But with a will to work hard

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And a library card

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He took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride

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That morning, the sea was mad and I mean it

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Waves as big as he'd seen it

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Deep in his dreams at home

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From dry land

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He rolled it over to wet sand

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Closed the hatch up with one hand

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And pedaled off alone

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'Cause when you're done with this world

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You know the next is up to you

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And for once in his life it was quiet

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As he learned how to turn in the tide

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And the sky was a flare

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When he came up for air

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In his homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride

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One evening

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When weeks had passed since his leaving

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The call she'd planned on receiving

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Finally made it home

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She accepted

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The news she'd never expected

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The operator connected

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A call from Tokyo

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'Cause when you're done with this world

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You know the next is up to you

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Now his friends  

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Bring him up when they're drinking

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At the bar with his name on the side

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And they smile when they can

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As they speak of a man

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Who took a homemade, fan-blade, one-man submarine ride