Nigh fishing is turning you on
And catching is on your mind
I wanna be the fish on your hook
You can treat me as you find
Though my heart is broke
And my eyes are gone
I still feel the scent of
The burning book
Throw me into the sack
Stay busy with a ride
I'm coming home with you
Now I'm calm and done
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