As I look over the deep, cold, calm sea
My surroundings do not look familiar
I am on a ship as big as could be
How did I get here? I scratch my head and go for the nearest bar.
The intensity I feel and wonder why
As if something happened here, I let out a big sigh
I see people on the deck but through them I can see
Am I dreaming? Is this a lie?
I walk into a room, the band playing "Nearer My God To Thee"
The ship feels solis but all the people transparent
Of this deadly place I want to be free
I smell death what an awful scent.
I walk in the deck and see the name
S.S. Titanic why am I here a dream?
I was always intrigued by this ship's fame
But so real this seems.
I try to wake up, I let out a sigh
I try to wipe my eyes to see that I am all right
Glad I was just living a lie
I take a step on the deck of what was supposed to be a lie. | 
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