| In his boat and through the dark he rowed
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| Chained to oar and the night and the wind that blowed
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| Horribly ‘round his ears
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| Under the bridge and into your dreams he soars
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| While you lie alone in that idea-free sleep of yours
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| That you’ve been sleeping now for years
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| And he wants you
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| He wants you
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| He is straight and he is true
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| Ooh hoo hoo
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| Beneath the hanging cliffs and under the many stars where
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| He will move, all amongst your tangled hair
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| And deep into the sea
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| And you will wake and walk and draw the blind
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| And feel some presence there behind
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| And turn to see what that may be Oh, babe, it’s me And he wants you
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| He wants you
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| He is straight and he is true
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| Ooh hoo hoo |