the man seems lazy,
the man seems lazy,
hat settled over his face,
(under this roof,
i am safe,
i can say my name)
and he is fishing for supper,
fishing for pleasure,
resting on the dock,
(on this dock,
there are no flies,
there are no flies,
on me)
and god may be the dock,
but i am the fish,
and i have nibbled at the bait,
and i hang on the line,
(and have been some time)
waiting for this sleepy fisherman,
to reel me in
(reel me in)
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