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| "Rudder" | |
| What's raising over the city ? What's coming from over the sea ? What makes you to dry ? I can't receive so a lot of things Your breath leak from your side vents I scrapped the barrel, in vain I'm too much of a good thing How do you turn the tide ? You can dare to steer You hold rudder, harder You'll be over, you'll be over the city Don't to be corrector, for your lost, anything You'll over the sea It murmurs to me, like jingo You need compromise, it says Conquer over me I lift up and look for the mailman It crowd, steal up, in a daze I never watch from out of flow Conquer over me But you make to set me again |
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