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kind words turned hurt into comfort somehow And the wind in my sails To press on So press on me amigo Press on mon ami Walk on in the face
Sail Sail This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because I blame it on my A.D.D. baby This is how an angel cries I blame it on my
I could turn it around Sink my past into the ground To never make a sound It's one good deed 'til the bad deeds are found Hoistin' up their sails
As the silence of seasons on We relive abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet
Get born And when you see the light you wanna close your eyes Grow up And when you do it's like a boring day at school Sail away And when you
to be unbiased They say the wound (injures me twice) Sail, sail me down your river Baby, do me right I got a lot to learn about love tonight Do
me a proposal: Straight sail, top mast, astrolabe prospected down in his dry dock erected infected; Mocked up with silk strings and taffeta tricked
wailing Against the wailing wall Now I sail a boat on the river sticks The sails are tightly furled And deliver souls to Orpheus in the Underworld
the local press. But I watched them walk Through the bottom land, And I wished that I played In a rock & roll band. Hey, hey, It was the fourteenth
the trees Down there on bended knee And I see the light But I know I must be dreaming Feel the soul, quiet emotion Sail on by, helpless devotion If
I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin' my nigga No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas 'Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord
The morning I set sail on a whalebone The gale force winds made the sky grow And I was far out in the ocean I cut the roof of my mouth
I love, On board the Victory. There was thirteen on the press-gang, They did my love surround, And four of that accursed gang, Went bleeding
and the wind shall prevail and the boat shall forever sail Hey, there ain't no stopping or cruising Even when you're battered and bruised Hold down all
the press, I'm the best The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity buy some X I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission
a sailor" she said "'Til you came too close to the shore And like any shipwrecked sailor now You live by an open door And when evening sails in the masts
Don't ya see the ships a comin' Don't ya see them in full sail Don't ya see the ships a'comin With their prizes at their tail Oh, my little
Union upon union In union we'll flower Sail naked in our funder Press towards the burst Drop the sweetest drop Give the thunder up Rocking
upon union In union we'll flower Sail naked in our funder Press towards the burst Drop the sweetest drop Give the thunder up Rocking to the top
trash There was no way they'd make Even a half a tank of gas They looked sick and stoned And strangely dressed No one showed From the local press
the local press. But I watched them walk Through the bottom land, And I wished that I played In a rock & roll band. Hey, hey, It was the fourteenth
trash There was no way they'd make Even a half a tank of gas They looked sick and stoned And strangely dressed No one showed From the local press
an island Rising from a sea that's slowly drying. When I'm saying, "Da you, do ya want to sail out in the silence?" I'm asking, "Will ya, will ya come
Wake up in a small cafe Sweat shop in the sunshine Set sail and you're far away Never using force Cold coffee or cabaret Break up in a daydream Shoe
