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clawing at the door with a call im scratching paw to leave
I need a call to breathe
against the torrent oars crack I need a short aprieve
Verse 2:

now I

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

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

leaders, forced to forge my own path
Cast off by father and cherubs with a stone heart
Who thought of me as damaged goods
Rest assured, I've patterned up

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

He's bound up by his arms and legs
With no way out but memory
A prisoner on this wayward sea
He sings a lonely melody

Oh my oh my oh my oh my
This

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

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

no more
I lay all my weapons down
to the love that holds all of me

I row my little boat down by the river side
Your words I hear
as I ride out

queen?
If I floated on by, would the angels think I'm mean?
Would the angels think I'm mean?
So I scooped her up using a single oar
It was a delicate job

I'm caught up in you gravity
I can't escape your force
My guide and help me
To stay upon the course
Every step I take near you
Right there by my side

cooling our rods, we offset our fun by plugging our heads into clouds that turn up the sun. 
And I pull my hair, and I grind my soul, I close my eyes I take

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

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

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

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

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