| Here in this poor room
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| Sleep has stolen you, but
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| Strange noises keep me awake
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| I can see your body is a boat
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| Keeping you afloat in dreams
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| Here in this small room
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| Sleep has stolen you but
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| Strange noises keep me awake
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| I can see your body is a boat
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| Keeping you afloat in dreams
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| I told you about red mountains that rise out of water
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| I told you about a house under three full moons
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| And I wonder what you’re dreaming on your silent journey
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| And caressing your forehead I tell you more stories
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| Falling in my own memories
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| Are you happy to be on my side in this world of billions?
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| Should we continue this ride that hasn’t even begun?
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| My body is a boat and your body is a boat
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| Keeping us afloat in dreams
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| I’ll take you to red mountains that rise out of water
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| I’ll keep you in a house under three full moons
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| And I’ll caress your forehead until your hair turns gray
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| And I’ll follow the lines of your face
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| My body is a boat and you’re travelling in me |