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It's too sweet, the fish is gone and I'm gone

Just on my own, I'm so alone

And I'm gone, it's just too sweet

The fish is gone and I'm gone

Hey Bruce, hey

I don't stop, stop when you say the word

I know that you don't fuck so often, when you do you grow

I know that life can have you lost, like your compass broke

A sip to drip to see your need, decide to be your bro

Oh, and I don't think they really know the rest of it

Every day is Friday, so your calendar irrelevant

Photobombing planets, never plan to take a better pic

Knocking on Atlanta's doors, I'm surprised they let us in

I can see you working on your patience

Working on your nerves, need a better occupation

You just say the word and I'm gone