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It's beginning to look a lot like fishmen Everywhere I go From the minute I got to town And started to look around I thought these ill-bred people’s gills slits showed Im beginning to hear a lot of fishmen Right outside my door As i try to escape in fright To the moonlit innsmouth night I can hear some more They speak in guttural croaks and to hear them provokes a profound desire to flee Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink like a carcass washed up from the sea I wish i'd paid attention to that crazy drunk man He tried to warn me all all about old marsh’s deep one clan It's beginning to look alot like fishmen everywhere i go They can dynamite devil reef But that'll bring no relief Y'ha-nthlei is deeper than they know I'll continue to see a lot of fishmen That I guarantee For the fishman I really fear is the one who's in the mirror And he looks like me He looks just like me
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