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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

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

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

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

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

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

hast myn takomst al foarsein
Do wist wêr ik gean sil 
Do kenst my better as ik mysels troch myn berne-eagen 
En no flean ik mei dy, tichter by dy, ik bin

forgotten shore
Pulling on your snow white oars
I see you way up in the sky
The sky is where you spread your wings and soar
Nobody you must answer for

Off the shore to the storm, sales rise at night. 
Oars rattle, there’ll be a battle – why it feels so right?

Raiders of the night. Follow the light.

Lost in a book
Written by men
Giving his look 
Deafeningly fair
Dodging the crook
Wearing tails
The very same tale plot

Violent herd
""It's their

niggas out with that fuckin' iron
Say
Tiger shoulda took me on his PGA a tour
I put niggas on the floor
I steer the boat like an oar
I bring that shit

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

stupid bitch, ima cyclone
Finna fly across the universe girl don't call my cell phone
14 bad shorties at my crib summoned by my teleport
Tryna steal my

And wicked kings

Who lifts the veil
So I might see
The greatest gift
Inside of me

Who takes me by the weary hand
Shows me through the desperate land

sorrow or pain
Just like your brothers and sisters
You should only know joy and singing

The oar of our country
Is held only by Stalin
Only he leads us

finally lying
Down in the Skies
Far away from here
Away beneath your Dreams
A peace eternal
Surrounded by your loved ones

Close to the edge
This sound is

The freedom forgot the phone at home
The freedom avoids these traffic jams
I have a book, I sit at the back of the tram
And day by day I’m getting

Eastwards into holmgaard
To kievan rus
We ride the waves of Gandvik
And put the oars to use
A hard and sturdy longship, hard and sturdy men
Sailing

The old man walked
To the wind weathered dock
With his pail and his pole
And his slicker
And he sang as he rowed
With his proud back bowed
And his oars

It's too late to turn around
Oh what I wouldn't give
To stand on solid ground
The wind is howling wild
These oars can't save us now
Just sea, our

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

and bound to land
I leapt but could not fly as thousands passed me by
Can I be free with all this pain I've found
Can I lay my burden down

It seems I've

in stables
And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear

But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset
Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore