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I write a letter Stuff it in a bottle Place it gently in a pail Ease this pail down to the depths Of the wishing well Perched upon the meadow Hoping that someday Someone will find and read the letter My sure hands composed Now it's years later I am no longer living The wishing well has been filled in With dirt and rocks Burying that message I wrote When I was young and uncertain I wish that someone would find it So then everyone would know That I didn't do any wrong How I weep at night thinking about my mistakes I want to tell everyone that I wouldn't hurt a fly Who knows who would understand the real message That I broke

An old man by a sea shore at the end of day gazes the horizon with sea in his face temp is to silence seasons all the same Anchoress in pain and a ship without a name A sea without a shore for the vanished when unheard It lightens the people lie at the end of world Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts the ones and their travels gone won from (?)won(?) This is for long forgotten light at the end of the world Horizon crying, the tears we left behind longer gone (.....................................) The Islander ^^

I've never had a home sweet home life An' I don't want a nine to five, So many women I know Think they can tie me down, But, I will never let them take me alive. I hit an' run, hit an' run, hit an' run, hit an' run, hit an' run. Now some women say they don't want nothing, But a sweet talkin' bull of a man, I've heard it before, I can't hear it no more 'Cos they all take whatever they can, But, still I want a heartbreaker, A love maker, a soul shaker, A women who can turn me on, For a just little hit an' run, hit an' run. She can be a love stealer, A double dealer, a free wheeler As long as she can turn me on For