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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

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

Hey man
I could use a little help
I wanna write a verse
But I can't do it by
Myself
I'm writing all these
Words
And I'm tryna make it
Flow
I wanted

for a pair of oars
But they are too large for her hands to grip
And her vessel now is filling up with water

Clinging to the only thing she ever knew

Fish Out of Water

Mudvayne

The New Game [Clean]

2008

paddle
Through the oars of a board
No one seems to care at all anymore
Gotta get back to the evening
Gotta make back something more

Let me tell you

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

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

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

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

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

I was once like you are now, lost and alone
Couldn't find my way home
In these deep waters I would drown
Far from the shore, in a boat without oars

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

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

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

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

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

boat's broken oar
It's not the only thing
waiting on the ocean floor

If you were me you'd be losing touch
If you were me, you grew up too much

I can see

but wonder
Where I left my concrete oar
Then my fears turn into thunders
Guess it's time to get to shore

Oh, greet me with goodbye
With a cry or with

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Verbally Crazy

Hua

Lord Byron drops by to buy a drink
In the Drovers Inn
Sees Burns knows Burns gonna burn
Under his skin
But he cant help himself
He cant help himself