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Little fish on the line
Thought it was supper time
Settled for a hook and worm
Tugged along by the throat
Reeled up into the boat
Your fortune friend

Cause there ain't no gavels (There ain't no gavels)
By the time I'm 23, wanna ball like I'm Bron
With occasional travels (Go on a trip, aye)
Come up in

try to figure out
What the meaning is and all
Letting in what feeling has forsaken
Mooring oars of doubt

Could it be I simply threw a stone
And it

record it
Just to show it on your burner page
It's awful what you posting on the gram

Different fabric getting cut by different hands
And you was lying

little hearts
Daddy please tell me all the answers too
Said Ollie bear and little Lou
Walking along the beach way down by the sea
Picking up rocks

a ship going down with the crew still at the oars

You believed that we could share a life together
No more fear, my darling come and stand by my side

Yes

smoke better than
Aint worried bout weathering
Or tethering
Connected, respected by your weatherman
You plugged in
But to who
The devilman

I'm heaven

there
Driven by the search
Running from the norms
Riveting the sore
Muscles that I bore
Giving me support
Giving me the love
I need to complicate
Before I

alone I'm the sailor
Eye of the storm aye
It's getting congested the ship is infested by swarms
Eye of the storm aye
Recycled inventions already rejected

more

Father forgive me, I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing

I will not be used by you anymore
I wish you could be happy but you're always at war
I

unsure
But I never felt so right in my fucking eyes
When I realized that you're what I live for
You're the oar on my boat that capsized
You're the forty my

Plugging the holes ripped up by buzzing metal barbs
If you wanna row your boat to a better sea
You'll have to find the oars that'll take you there
(To erase

fearless in a squall
I'd set my shoulders to the oars
Doing what I'd been taught by my Pa
My heart anchored to the shore
We had McStay's soda bread, butter

boat
With a hole and no oars
Drowning, astounding
How they sinking so quick
No grip that's ironic
Since they thinking they slick
Knife grippin back

Pathetic as they drag their great, white wings
Worthlessly behind like drifting oars
As they glide over the deep and salty blue 
As they glide over the deep

Darkened seasons pass me by
Cuz i can't face you sober
Oh a little older
And getting colder for the time

Transmission lines are drawing thin
And I

for me And yes I really hate old
But the reason things how they appear cause this how they stroll
They by meaning life congratulations You found yours

Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the
sea.
Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore.
Men from

beak
They laugh at him, mimicking who 
Once flew in the sky like no one else could do
And now he's prisoned 
By his giant wings
But he is the lord

ahold of an oar to stay afloat
You'll be carried ashore by the same storm that sunk your boat

But now you're stranded, cold and alone
Hard to count your

one and all,
built like Titanic, your a perfect ship,
your Oars-men sail you by the whip. 
Pharaoh, oh, Pharaoh, so Arrogant a King,
listen

Lashed to the mast, splashed by the spray of the waves as they crash on the bow 
Searching the skyline, his heart in his throat as the wind chills

Grab a boat 
Patch that hole it'll probably float 
Grab an oar
Duct tape that crack and watch it soar 
We've patched our leaky boat so now till ever

sleep in cages
Where life goes by, and nothing changes
And they succeed, but they're not winning
And they might shout, but we're not listening