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Cambodia

Limp Bizkit

The Family Values Tour '98

1999

fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my

Road Leads Where It's Led

Snow Patrol

The Trip: Created by Snow Patrol

2005

For the ones
In the ground

Collecting fallout from the blast

The road leads where it's led
While all the darlings cover Earth
With bare hands

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

found you washed up on the shore with your small boat that had no oars
I know you said the air is clean but all I breathe is everything
The water rises

you need to start again 

You gotta make wings out of your oars
And push your ship to unknown shores
We were born to pursue virtue and knowledge

But we

Well I tried to cross that river, but the water just went up
It's gettin' harder for a man these days to keep himself afloat
When I was young down by

the choice poorly made
The man whom they bore lived by sail and by oar
The largest we had ever seen
He endured the temptation
Faced the lashing with pride

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

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

as these cinders fall into the abyss

When the sun goes down
On the Westman shores
All these boats will burn
With these wicken oars

When the sun goes down

to apologize for dragging you all along on this raft down this river without an oar to paddle on
Wasn't i right though? the air is so crisp and light oh oh come

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

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

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

Dhondheeni

Growing pains licking at my bones
Don't let the soul escape
My psyche seeking solace in uncommon ways
Taking steps like a rosary bead
Each by each
Another

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

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

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

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

Movement...
I'm asleep in a fog
That nothing can cut through
The constant of time standing ever still
Waters pristine, oar rippling stars
An endless

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

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

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