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whizzing by, and he starts to cry

A hundred feet below that maze of cable in the clouds
Betty Jean's been gone for days, she didn't take her pills
And now

Yeah I got debt
Swipe of the credit card
Got no regrets
They tell me to stop it now
Tell em who next
Just like by boy Aubrey I'm Upset
Forty thousand

seashore.

Your waves of rage
Because you do all 
The pushing and the pulling
So those little oars of mine
Must be idle, right?

Your clouds spent their time

back to shore
When it broke him down to the core
Sat and made himself a brand new oar
On is way back home
He lied
To get by
Sooner than he got away
He

a problem - pause 
lost at sea on a boat no oars 
so my face on freeze like madam tussaudes
wait
I don’t want stress
I don’t wand drama or no bad karma
when

ferstoan, helpt dy út de brân
Fan it aventoer, út dyn libbensfjoer
By us thús der wie it wol oars
Mar dochs wiene we wol frij
It wurk dat moest klear, keer op

boat's broken oar
It's not the only thing
waiting on the ocean floor

If you were me you'd be losing touch
If you were me, you grew up too much

I can see

I was once like you are now, lost and alone
Couldn't find my way home
In these deep waters I would drown
Far from the shore, in a boat without oars

Someday I'll take your crown
You've been caught
By the snare you laid down
All that was yours will be mine
You'll reap what you
Sow until the end of time

Drawn
By a lust for gold
A captain who rode on an old wooden ship
Hoarding fortunes untold
He sailed through the stretch of the vast seven seas

would ache. 

Just beyond, torn seine and a broken oar
Lie in a beached and ancient fishing boat.

I think the waves sing of an ancient bird and a lost

It's not, going to stop
I'm trying to hold on
To my little rock,
Whilst I'm battered by waves.

But you can't see, 
From your little cave,
You're

instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,

The liberation of imagination
Is the lock and the key
Blade of the evermore
Guides my blood to distant shores
As the waters part beneath my oar
The radiation of my

Anchored with doubt
So I cross my legs
And yawn the nerves out
By the wind's dipping oar
Leveled with the floor

Strong be my veins
But my heart is sore

A sound like a drum singing tune
So take the oars following
This song coming from white and blue


Qangattarsaa
Arngar i arnga i jeeh
qangattaarsartigut

his oars go punishing the swells

If she were inclined to be your lover,
don’t you think she’d be in love by now?
You feel no warmth in your possession

of the water's surface broken by this boatman's oars
Cast my words along the south wind
Carry them to where they'll lie
Would it make a difference if you hear me

the work flow my mind is moving the oars
And I ain't never gunna stop even when I do make it
I be on the up and up like economic inflation
My feet are

superstition
  Insisting it was written

The best is yet to be requested but the lines are open
Blanket apologies for those yet stranded by the ocean
Turn back

When I was a girl, I wished I was a boy 
I had a dog, I wished it was a horse 
We lived by the freeway, I thought it was the ocean, 
Sounded like

Op it kaartsje by de doar
Stiet dyn namme en dy fan in oar
En yn it fierste bêd leisto
Mar as 'k oan it fuottenein stean
Fregesto my wa 't ik bin
Ik

a plain of non-material existence.
Although not physical by nature, the result is tangible and the impression is visceral.
Frequency… Vibration… Odyssey.

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