Fish in the sea swims backwards to me
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He knows all about my desires
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Sea turns to grout some clouds cried too loud
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I¡¯m tangled on corraloid wires
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Maybe i¡¯m drowning pretend i don¡¯t notice
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I just can¡¯t admit i like drifting down there
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Hey Mr Wind why don¡¯t you blow things
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Over over
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But instead he blows the coal
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While with the waves he goes
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Ripple babble babble ripple babble...
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Cut the crap come on and
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Flow me home
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Things are sure to straighten out
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Once more
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Fish in the sea looks sideways at me
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He thinks that i smell a bit fishy
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Maybe i¡¯m drowning self-pity takes over
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While Mr Wing whistles a song in my ear
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As before
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Won¡¯t do it no more
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Do it no more
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Said that before
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Fish
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An Pierle |