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love
We'd hold each other close in our arms
One moss rose for two
So true, our love
A true destiny
We both are like an anchor buoy
I can't eat, can't

tried its hardest to float away
but the anchor stayed firm continuously
Eventually a calm came over the sea and the buoy came to a peaceful rest
You were

your home
When the rain is set, cover
When you lose your grip, focus
We are tightrope walkers
Posing is posture
In crests of grey water
I'm a buoy with

would be a happy buoy in the ocean of life

So women, the chain and anchor to which I'm bound
Hold me down safe and sound
Anchor me to the ground

(SUBURBAN)
Buoy

(RHYEN & MONIQUE ORTON)
Floating on the line
Of the ocean in my mind
The monster deep
Won't let me sleep
But maybe I'll

you're there
In between just sea
It might get wet
When we break free
Anchors up (anchors up)
On a boat with me
I'm everything 
You want your buoy to be

shine so bright,
Through every storm, you're my rock and my anchor,
In your friendship's embrace, I find my fervor.

(Verse 2)
In the echoes of our

o'er the deep blue foam; |And then I'll be alive again, |my heart will anchor in the harbour,|In the harbour of my Entry island home.||And to those hills

(In the Wake Of) The Swollen Goat

Clutch

Blast Tyrant

2004

the bells of the buoys all rang in harmony.

Bury your treasure, burn your crops,
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.

The governor he been long

kapow
 Ive been searching for a buoy 
Aint no land for some miles
Bust down Richard Mille 
Bust down
My wrist on rocky rode 
I cant rock the whole mound

Steaming past the buoys in Illinois                      
Big wheel churns my spirit toys
Weathered portrait in weary hands
Await at the far end

Steaming past the buoys in Illinois                      
Big wheel churns my spirit toys
Weathered portrait in weary hands
Await at the far end

greets you with warmth
A sturdy and trusty friend
It's legs reach down like an anchor
Through her warm quilt, deep in the sand

The gulls are chirpin'

On we go
To a land overseas
Spray and salt
Wash over me
These legs aren't made
For swell and waves
Buoys and gulls
And a flaking hull

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