Fish in the sea swims backwards to me
He knows all about my desires
Sea turns to grout some clouds cried too loud
Im tangled on corraloid wires
Maybe im drowning pretend i dont notice
I just cant admit i like drifting down there
Hey Mr Wind why dont you blow things
Over over
But instead he blows the coal
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 im drowning self-pity takes over
While Mr Wing whistles a song in my ear
As before
Wont do it no more
Do it no more
Said that before
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