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wrong, and it’s right 

Too long I’ve wondered 
What it means for me 
 
Secrets 
Harbor my soul from the truth 
My love
Is sheltered from the world 
Let me

One Particular Harbour

Jimmy Buffett

Feeding Frenzy

1990

below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me 

And there's that one particular harbor
Sheltered from

below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me 

And there's that one particular harbor
Sheltered from

to drop anchor
Haul in the sails and make the lines fast
You deep water dreamers, your journey is over
You're safe in the harbor at last
Safe in the harbor

sheltered lives
Branded by a colour
They have nowhere to hide
We've got to
Harbor the hatred
We've got to swallow our pride
We're never gonna change the world

behind you
The light you need for guidance
Can't be seen, it can't remind you
There's a safe harbor that's near you
You're blinded you can't see
You're

Where the winter blizzards blow
And the whaling fleet's at rest
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay
Safely anchored ten abreast
But there's

Where the winter blizzards blow
And the whaling fleet's at rest
Tucked in Leigh harbor's sheltered bay
Safely anchored ten abreast
But there's

Planning Permission

The Darkness

Love Is Only a Feeling

I'm a man with two good hands, two good hands and a plot of land
And I'm on a mission, I've got a vision and a planning permission
I've got

A sailor is bound to the sea
Carried by the wind
A girl in every harbor
You know what I mean

A pirate is completely free
Privateer is not for me

This is a warning sign 
To those who harbor guilty brethren 
You can forgive their sins 
But not free them from consequences 

Absolution will not

me sheltered, we was young and hit bad spots!
I guess there's a fine line, between the have and have Not's!
Once you become a man, time, is like a bad

affiliates
Your rhyme, patter, and rips
You shoulda stitched it by hand and mouth, now you shook planning doubts
Spitting west while standing south, all in

Docking my boat in the harbor of south Florida
Chumming it up with a thousand other empty nesters, aimless in the offshore, with no charter
Happy as a clam

had perfect attendance
New ship harbor no feelings
Im at the docks like Im short winded
This sail need a little wind in it
This glass need more gin in

riding Frank

The word has spread around
And business has been slow
Because the merchants in the harbor
Don't want us to take their cargo
'Cause nobody

are
And cutting every inch
Of skin your body harbors
Hide it with your sleeves
And believe
That you're going farther
Than stuck living harder
Than you

woke up today and started planning it I forgot I was rapping in a sleepless morning
No games with life but the domino effect is mission solving
I'll keep

There on the mast
I saw fluorescent mirages
Calling my bet
That I couldn't harbor your island

You anchored me
Now I can see
I would do anything to be

gon' be my coffin
One of these days
Imma be straight, planning escape
Floating through space to be a martian
Karma breeds hate, we complain
On a Sunday,

frantic heartbeat racing towards certain lull

Despite all the planning, despite breaking sweat
Our denouement is imminent and long been since preset

space

I was born before the CPU
Before the planning of building you
When engineering of automation
Was a pure mechanical wonderpiece

Before social media

Most of Us Are Normal

From a Second Story Window

Conversations

It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting for it to rain
And I'm planning our escape
To the places we can go
To the shores that we call home

Well surly we

affiliates
Your rhyme, patter, and rips
You shoulda stitched it by hand and mouth, now you shook planning doubts
Spitting west while standing south, all in