Lyrics:
the world selpt through the night,
I crept down to the shores.
Untied, awoke the oars.
I'll drift away into the night.
Some say you'll see my ghost,
down in
heard
Nothing meant when life ends is my word on the matter of love.
I'd row me to sleep, but I've lost an oar
The sea doesn't carry me anymore
All
Edith the question, you have said, relates to motor boats instead.
So bring your Briggs and Stratton
So drop your oars and grab a snack
This feeding
an oar
As she paddled her boat to the shore, paddled her boat to the shore.
Oh were my men sleeping or were my men mad or were my men sunk in despair o
at them with force
All men to the oars
Row for all your worth
Most likely this will be your last day
On this wretched earth
The weak they try
to set the oar
Nothing left for me back on shore
Will you call on me when you're living on the sea?
Will you call on me when your living
singe their skins
Icy waves drive them back again
Helmets oars and swords
Are washed upon the shore
And you gave them all a thousand chances
And you'll
little
Not in leaps and bounds
Ride at anchor restin' on your oars
A little laissez-fair
Honey
More
More
More
More!
That's the way
That's the way
everybody knows the truth
Oh hey, a big boat
Get your oars back in the water, kid
Says he's got a fast boat,
But it's just a fairy boat it ain't
storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
Lo empire can never fall
Yeah
Callin' up the diamond delegates
Black connection
For
But me and my a-see goin' out in less than zero, oh no
Now here come the crooks
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar
We conquer ground as usual
Oars dippin' diamonds
As we rowed across the lake
An owl sang to who knows who
Lost in the wonder, under the Calico Moon
The calico moon lay soft
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make vain
Love is like the yore
It takes us back ashore
Let's get out more
Dreams of open doors
Till I fell off the oars
Let's beget more
With the family
resting a while on the oars
Speaking with quiet conviction
Carefully unlocking doors
The story of a heart, I laid myself open wide
Let you read
We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars
No shelter in this
the oar and the axe flies
Well this is our story (stick to it) but it ain't the truth
Cause the truth's just for liars that need an excuse
Around here
Pulling the weight up against the wind
Is the plight of the galley slave
Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar
Sentenced to an early grave
so Sinatra
You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars
But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
Ha ha, that hurts
Some'n by this oar got 'em
keep coming through,
So many years,
Still I'm defenseless.
The house by the lake,
His hands resting awhile on the oars,
Speaking with quiet
now I'm free
My honor is restored!
Once again, I ride the seas
Free at last, from whip and oar
I slide the sword into the sheath
The ocean
the tired eyes in your soul
We're all drowning in the answers
Best get movin' God don't row
Grab those oars brother, truth don't row
As I walk the hurt
down off that oar
I be nonchalant on you whores
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin' on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
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