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von Hoboken Division

My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain and
The roaring wind used
To lift the roof
Used to lift the roof
I pictured it breathing
In the midst of every storm
A giant lung rising
Up and up and falling down
It was made of wood and like
Every other houses it has
A collection of sounds
From the ceiling to the ground
None of this was frightening
The house was moored to the shore
Whether the wind was singing
Or roaring up above
My house can be Kinda creepy at night
And you can go around
Every walls, every tiles
You wouldn′t find any ghost though
For they are all in my mind
You wouldnt find any ghost though
For they are all in my mind
My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain top
My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain top
My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain top
My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain top
My house was a ship
Hung on a mountain top