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of progress
Land and riches grew
A country built with blood sweat and tears
By forbears for me and you

They planted the seeds of our land
To reap and make

the moment
But harder to live by when your life seems frozen
In the blink of an eye, you can slip back to where you were
Even if you were on top, you can hit

stop 
A pile of bodies I stand on 
Our swords will be warmed by the blood of the foe
Our armor will wear the fear they show

And so we ride
We sail

Sunrise by the river
On a cold November day
I saw a paper bag floating by
That was my papa
I saw a violet in the grass
That was my mama
And looking down ha

without warning lasted an hour til the cloud line broke
We're setting sail at daybreak we'll get by without words just oars
The fire started roaring and for

with the waves)
Jehifalhi bindhifaa
(The Oar has broken)
Oevarun giri dhalhain nikumefa
(Coming out through the shimmer of the currents)

Dhondheeni

kept looking all around
Since you left from Camden Town
By the brimstone
A bed of crimson
A single lonely oar
Why did you leave us all
With empty hands

they slept

A tale I hate to tell
But it must be heard
I’ve always preferred
The song of the bird

The waves brought to the shore
A single oar

There is a rock in a far-off land
That will not be touched by unwashed hands
It's good enough for me to fly and wander
But I can't sleep during

that's all right with me

Cause we could make love by the light of the stars
And even though I broke the oars we'll eventually get to shore some way
But

guided on by the light, we'll reach the edge and then we'll find out

All I want is to make the call that proves them wrong and take the fall

I can see

Up on a creek, nothing to oar
Give it a whirl, down for the count
Breaking a leg, is just what I need

Necessity? Legitimate? Drawing the line?

Still I'm defenseless

The house by the lake
His hands resting awhile on the oars
Speaking with quiet conviction
Carefully unlocking doors

of oars.
Someone blind is begging, somebody is singing hymns.

The stone of silliness is rather cheep.
Everybody has it wearing zealously by the body.
People

Looking at the rest of your life as it flash by?
Have you ever tasted your own blood
'Cause you were a vampire
Stuck in a coffin under a mudslide
But with

a shoulder
I'll chop a foothold in the floor by and by
And dream of my darlin waist-deep in clover
Pulling an oar to reach my side
Are you a prophet, are you

up my oar
To sit and watch the world float by

Now I must go
Although it's not home
I hope I can come back soon
To be home again

Their vessel propelled by inflamed oar
Charon: warden of the wretched
Charon: a sordid disheveled specter
Son of Erebus and Nyx
Breaching the shoreline

Solitary city spots,
Roads less travelled and if so, Usually not by choice. These views Be rarely caught, stream the Thought pattern they inspire are God

the oars to get close
Sorry love now they are lost
We are in the hands of currents and storms
A fishing boat takes us back to the beach
I start to sing

now. Please, don't even dare!
I beg you, as mother!

"The sea's claimed your father and kin, one by one,
More than three years missing is Huey, my son,

Too late to escape
Too tired to flee
I'm a marionette
With your strings controlling me

Wading deeper, and deeper into the blue
Losing my oar, I'm

from his heart never reached his mouth

So restricting
There's a strain in my brain and day by day, I'm praying the Lord's gonna evict him
I'd argue it's

is
Do bist hjir, it is frjemd dat ik it sis

Mar ik leau, ja, ik leau
Dat ik dy mis

We bin tegearre, mar it fielt oars
Tegearre, mar net by mekoar

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