the Banks of Newfoundland We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her With holy stone and sand For there blows some cold nor'westers On the Banks of Newfoundland
The Banks of Newfoundland D G D A D On St. Patrick's Day the seventeenth from New York we set sail.
Oh end this day show me the ocean When shall I see the sea May this day set me in emotion I ought to be on my way We were there We were sailing on the
Look at me, I've got your heart Black and blue, I've got your nose Bleeding through, I've got your mouth How does it feel to hear me say Coming down,
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Sweet Sweet bitter love Sweet Sweet bitter love The taste still lingers Going through my helpless fingers You slipped away Sweet bitter love Sweet Sweet
Oh, I'm on my own, I danced to the traffic You know that, you've been there And oh just out of me I'm here, I scream I need to renew I start with my
Turn around and around And it's always been the same It's never gonna change Never gonna change Turn around and around It's always been the same It's
Fly down in the ugly inn Let me name your sin Down one time, down two times And never going back again Fly in let, me lick your skin And carry you back
Yeah, turn my headphones up a little bit Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Yo, watch the pendulum swing and look what raz can bring Calm and deadly when these fools
I'm bombing bastards Forever after us Carrying an equation It's like I'm Asian You heard fantastic We cross the Atlantic They say I'm not normal I'm
WELCOME HOME, WELCOME LIFE SO UNKNOWN, WHEN YOU ARRIVE THE FIRE, SO CUT THE WIRE YOUR EYES, YOUR SMALL EYES YOUR EYES, YOUR HOPEFUL EYES WELCOME LIFE,
How could I Have led these men to their demise And they just follow? Exploration's last great prize It wasn't mine And mores the shame You will remember
Oh, end this day, show me the ocean. When shall I see the sea? May this day set me in emotion, I ought to be on my way. We were there, we were sailing
Come harder (heather ?) Janet Cardeff Rollin? up the snow steeves Find these steeves as you ski down See the secrets get opened like your heart crashed
Grammar of life The past is imperfect The present is temped The future is maligned And immortality lasts forever Welcome to the new shit Fuck the
