| Don’t you think I must be crazy
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| To get in a boat with you
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| In a boat that’s clearly built
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| For two people with tender hearts
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| Some room for oars to pull us through the dark
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| To pull us from where we are
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| Don’t you notice
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| Aren’t you nervous, can’t you see
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| The northern wind get angry
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| So he’s taking us to sea
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| Some days I feel bad
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| Some days I feel fine
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| But I need you to know that
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| You’re always on my mind
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| Don’t leave me in the water
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| With the whales and the sharks
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| I’m sinking to the sea bed
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| Boy the ocean sure gets dark
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| Well maybe we’ll need iron lungs
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| But wouldn’t they just rust?
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| They’d go quite nice with clockwork hearts
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| You wind them when they’re numb
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| So don’t be nervous
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| Don’t you worry about me
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| There’s bigger ships to sink out there
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| In the great wide open sea
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| Some days we feel bad
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| Some days we feel fine
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| But I need you to know that
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| You’re always on my mind
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| In the blink of an eye
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| Never let it slip away
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| And the moment has come now
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| To say what we must say
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| You and me out to sea all alone on our sinking boat
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| You and me out to sea all alone on our sinking boat
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| You and me out to sea all alone on our sinking boat
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| You and me out to sea all alone on our sinking boat |