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wisdom and locking them with understanding

The way to seek is to love in all you do
That it may billow out of your being as a rushing river of water

Tweaked out my mind, freaked out (I'm fine)
Flames all around, this dog sips his tea
Audaciously, all they can see
Smoke billows, out the windows,

Another tear in billows
To disguise from their shows
We can sway through
The troubles they pray
 
We can be unseen
Dodge them all while reel
I can

bones, cold homes
We've fallen to the wayside
And I don't ever wanna see another smoke stack billow black coal packing lungs back.

Grieving for Son of Man
Swear to god
The smoke is black
Going hard we stoke the fire
Billows from the chimney stack
Waiting on the pope to die

Legion

Few meters in the water 
with the waves pulling me deeper and deeper below 
The ocean’s getting louder 
And the air’s escaping as I hear 
The billows

Sometimes in the summer, where the sea billows roll
And the river runs rowdy and reckless
Through the valley, sweet, clear, and cold
Chasing

Dust billows over the boutiques
The bookshops and bureau de change
When Ballard is out putting bombs in the Tate
This culture is rotting our brains

Everyone dances with the whales

Under the rainbow
My past can billow
Before it drowns
Way down

OoooooooooO
Never complain, never explain
Like « The

just rejoice
It's Working for our good
Working for our good
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot

Fires on the motorway  we're staring in defiance as they prey
While the billow fills the alleyways, compliance seems to be only way 
Short term

Dust billows over the boutiques 

The bookshops and bureau de change 

When Ballard is out putting bombs in the Tate 

This culture is rotting our

to find a single clue
Of a clearing through the willows and the endless billows
Settle down and we can make forever new
Finding homes where there were none

When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say

It is well with my soul
It is

Master the tempest is raging the billows are tossing high
The sky is over shadowed with darkness no shelter or help is nigh
Do You care if we perish?

settled,
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching longing
For the lights along the shore
⁠Let the lower lights be burning!
⁠Send a gleam across

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high.
The sky is over shadowed with darkness, no shelter or help is nigh.
Do You care if we

you more than the wilting flowers
Miss the rain in a drought
We collide, we're unified
Feel it in the billow of my spirit
Use my rib cage as your pillow

like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well with my soul,
It is well,

or the ghetto
In the town or the meadow
In the billows even over the sun
Every end of the time is another begun
You understand mechanical hands
Are the ruler

hollow call
And the restaurants are filled with lost souls trying to light a spark
Meaningless conversations billow like smoke out of a bar

And I know how

And forgiveness now is free, throw it to the wind, my friend

Watching pages go, to the valley far below
Drifting far away, in the wind's carefree billows
Into sky

in my mind 
Calling me back there 
Smoke is rising
From these flames I'm fighting 
The fire's always there.

Black smoke billows
The heat consumes me