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hast myn takomst al foarsein
Do wist wêr ik gean sil 
Do kenst my better as ik mysels troch myn berne-eagen 
En no flean ik mei dy, tichter by dy, ik bin

Oh raven, how do you keep your heavy body in the air?
By only your black feathery oars and your beating chest?
You're bobbing and breathing like

ahold of an oar to stay afloat
You'll be carried ashore by the same storm that sunk your boat

But now you're stranded, cold and alone
Hard to count your

Pathetic as they drag their great, white wings
Worthlessly behind like drifting oars
As they glide over the deep and salty blue 
As they glide over the deep

Yowling hello w/ modelo and a sombrero
Couldn't stop the flock by shapeshiftin' to a scarecrow
Heart on my sleeve like mischief in his apparel
Honest to god

Lashed to the mast, splashed by the spray of the waves as they crash on the bow 
Searching the skyline, his heart in his throat as the wind chills

Grab a boat 
Patch that hole it'll probably float 
Grab an oar
Duct tape that crack and watch it soar 
We've patched our leaky boat so now till ever

for me And yes I really hate old
But the reason things how they appear cause this how they stroll
They by meaning life congratulations You found yours

Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the
sea.
Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore.
Men from

one and all,
built like Titanic, your a perfect ship,
your Oars-men sail you by the whip. 
Pharaoh, oh, Pharaoh, so Arrogant a King,
listen

sleep in cages
Where life goes by, and nothing changes
And they succeed, but they're not winning
And they might shout, but we're not listening

beak
They laugh at him, mimicking who 
Once flew in the sky like no one else could do
And now he's prisoned 
By his giant wings
But he is the lord

bout to break the pen
Pencil be the oar when its sink or swim
Get played real soft
Like a mandolin
U runnin round wit a man 
Who a mannequin
Wit ya

Off the shore to the storm, sales rise at night. 
Oars rattle, there’ll be a battle – why it feels so right?

Raiders of the night. Follow the light.

in stables
And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear

But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset
Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore

Lost in a book
Written by men
Giving his look 
Deafeningly fair
Dodging the crook
Wearing tails
The very same tale plot

Violent herd
""It's their

niggas out with that fuckin' iron
Say
Tiger shoulda took me on his PGA a tour
I put niggas on the floor
I steer the boat like an oar
I bring that shit

try to figure out
What the meaning is and all
Letting in what feeling has forsaken
Mooring oars of doubt

Could it be I simply threw a stone
And it

stupid bitch, ima cyclone
Finna fly across the universe girl don't call my cell phone
14 bad shorties at my crib summoned by my teleport
Tryna steal my

forgotten shore
Pulling on your snow white oars
I see you way up in the sky
The sky is where you spread your wings and soar
Nobody you must answer for

It's too late to turn around
Oh what I wouldn't give
To stand on solid ground
The wind is howling wild
These oars can't save us now
Just sea, our

3 opened eyes
Mean better sight
See the open door
Let go of the oar
Go through
Can you

We
Stop and we go
Within our row
Led by machine
We are

fearless in a squall
I'd set my shoulders to the oars
Doing what I'd been taught by my Pa
My heart anchored to the shore
We had McStay's soda bread, butter

The old man walked
To the wind weathered dock
With his pail and his pole
And his slicker
And he sang as he rowed
With his proud back bowed
And his oars