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The way her smile is, it makes me remember the bliss But if a fisherman were to take me out of this great pond we are in Would I meet my fish See it's more of a hypothetical, so maybe that fisherman's me If you can't catch my drift, I envy your bliss because I know this ends eventually And whether or not I have my fish by me I can slow dance all I want, and I can fool around all I need But at the end of the day, it's just a temporary feeling that'll never go away I want to get better, so I'm asking God for a fish Would he listen, or would he just give me some bliss for a day or two And I go on and on about this feeling I want, that I may never get again And that's the scary end There's a fucking million fish in the sea Please do not say that to me Because there's a hundred million fish in the sea Please do not say that to me There's a hundred million fish in the sea Please do not say that to me Because there's a hundred million fish in the sea I know not one of them is for me Thank you