| A well is for wishing
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| It is not for fishing
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| But I’m tired of wishing away
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| Just wanna go fishing
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| Been preoccupied by the simplest of things
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| That may have been placed there as bait
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| By whomever is out there fishing me
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| It’s a big, big, big, big sea
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| And I’m just a little fish gone swimming
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| Imagine if the the sea life went along for the ride
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| During the process of precipitation
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| And flew up into the sky
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| When the clouds get heavy enough
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| I’ll be waiting outside
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| I’ll open my umbrella backwards
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| And wait for those fish to fly
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| It’s a big, big, big, big sea
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| And I’m just a little fish gone swimming
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| It’s a big, big, big, big sea
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| And I’m just a little fish gone swimming
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| I’m not that great at being a fish
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| But I’d be the best fisherman
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| I’m not that great at being a fish
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| But I’d be the best fisherman
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| It’s a big, big, big, big sea
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| And I’m just a little fish gone swimming
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| It’s a big, big, big, big sea
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| And I’m just a little fish gone swimming |