It's a way down from here
Now it's time: start to row
I get a beautiful feeling that you
Play me formulaically
Mistake me for your niece
I'll feed your fallen angel who's no company
And we row
Ship moves on
It's not sad
And we row
And we row
It's not sad
Big exit
The girl's fortunate
That feeling ends
And we come away unscathed
Been angry
Kept quiet
It strings you up
Kills your love
And we row
Ship moves on
It's not sad
And we row
And we row
It's not sad
And we row, row, row
And we row, row, row
A face in the crowd
Running around
Row, Row, Row
And I row on ahead, yeah

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