21 Mar 2002
She works in the office block
He's a fisherman in the sea
Her father was a fisher of men
But he never got his hooks into me
She never should have gone for so long
Just a year maybe three
He thinks of her hips and he watches the ships
I wonder do they think about me
I'm still free
I wonder do they think about me
Now I work in the office block
Just a fish in the sea
But at night in my dreams
I'm a silver stream
The sun still reflects off of me
I'm still free
I wonder do they think about me
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