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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

my oar in 
It's raining it's pouring
I gave you forewarning
Shawty, she's storming I'm navigating her torrents
Shawty, she's h***y I can tell by her

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

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

And wicked kings

Who lifts the veil
So I might see
The greatest gift
Inside of me

Who takes me by the weary hand
Shows me through the desperate land

Plugging the holes ripped up by buzzing metal barbs
If you wanna row your boat to a better sea
You'll have to find the oars that'll take you there
(To erase

unsure
But I never felt so right in my fucking eyes
When I realized that you're what I live for
You're the oar on my boat that capsized
You're the forty my

record it
Just to show it on your burner page
It's awful what you posting on the gram

Different fabric getting cut by different hands
And you was lying

there
Driven by the search
Running from the norms
Riveting the sore
Muscles that I bore
Giving me support
Giving me the love
I need to complicate
Before I

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