| In this boat I look for signs of morning
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| In these sails a bond I cannot keep
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| In this heart I hear a siren calling
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| Set to sea I turn my salty cheek
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| Don’t wake up
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| Don’t cry out
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| In these arms I hope for sweet surrender
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| In these veins I hunt for poetry
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| In this vessel floating to the future
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| Weeping weather fills the cold grey sea
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| Don’t wake up
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| Don’t cry out
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| Don’t make a sound
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| Let tempest come
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| His won’t be done
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| Illuminate my arrow
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| In this boat is all we ever needed
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| In this storm I know we will not drown
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| In this battleship far from homeland
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| Rock this body
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| I’ll ride the wave back down
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| Don’t wake up
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| Don’t cry out
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| Don’t make a sound
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| Confusion go — protect my home
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| On land or sea they won’t take me
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| Let tempest come
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| His won’t be done
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| Illuminate my arrow
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| You are an anchor
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| I am a wave |