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Fish Fish in the sea, swims backwards to me He knows all about my desires. Sea turns to grout, some clouds cried too loud. I'm tangled in coralloid wires Maybe I'm drowning, pretend I don't notice I just can't admit I like drifting down there Hey Mr.Wind, why don't you blow things Over, over But instead he blows the coals. While with the waves he goes Ripple babble babble ripple babble... Cut the crap, come on and Flow me home Things are sure to straighten out Once more. Fish in the sea looks sideways at me, He thinks that I smell a bit fishy. Maybe I'm drowning self-pity takes over while Mr.Wind whistles a song in my ear. As before Won't do it no more do it no more Said that before.
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