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The waves under my ship |
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wind drives it high |
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where are we going |
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me and my boat |
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me and my boat |
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I'm sailing on oceans |
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of imagination |
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for once not feeling tense |
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on my boat |
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me and my boat |
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And if I should fall |
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I can always depend on my imaginary boat oohoohooh |
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right here in my head |
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in my head |
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And if I should fall |
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I can always depend on my imaginary boat oohoohooh |
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right here in my head |
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in my head |
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I'm crying at work |
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to set me free once |
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to hear the soft breeze my dear boat makes |
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and till the end of time |
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the only sea I want to sail |
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it doesn't even exist |
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And if I should fall |
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I can always depend on my imaginary boat oohoohooh |
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right here in my head |
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in my head |
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And if I should fall |
|
I can always depend on my imaginary boat oohoohooh |
|
right here in my head |
|
in my head |
|
And if I should fall |
|
I can always depend on my imaginary boat oohoohooh |
|
right here in my head |
|
in my head |
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me and my boat |
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me and my boat |
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me and my boat |
