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For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud

20 May 2008

oh captain, captain

the seas are at our bow
I reckon we'd be lucky to last the night
fear capsizing
swooping into a trough and never coming back up
runnin' aground on a rocky shoal

the seas be full of hazards.
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 01:13

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