LYRIC

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Raise a sail off the stage, I’m stuck on this sandbar, and the seagulls are wondering what’s up. I want to run backwards down side the ways and skate out to the boaters, who are trying to net the smooth dog sharks and the croakers. My dogs are not sharks but they’re smooth dogs just the same. Completely different breed of being than the unlucky ones, who are tangled in the net, so it is told by the friend of my neighbor who tangles his words from the steel bar in his tongue he says “all the oil fish and all the menhaden are far from edible, but plentiful and sellable

Raise a sail off the stage, I’m stuck on this sandbar and the seagulls are wondering what’s up. The waves peel like a sheet that’s not tucked in, washing in all that white foam. What is that stuff anyway? Well that’s the spit of a whale, now the waves they don’t care, they were born out at sea, and they live to crash.

Raise a sail off the stage, I’m stuck on this sandbar, and the seagulls are wondering what’s up. Too many people ride by at dusk in the dead of winter. I wish not to depart from this craft. As soon as the wind catches, as soon as the tide rolls in we will be back out at sea again, we will be back out at sea.

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  1. Weston

    July 10, 2021 at 12:48 am

    Lyrics I want exactly.

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