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Lyrics
A fish on the sand
Flip flapping;
Gills grabbing the air, the air. Belligerent air
Sip sapping;
The sea unaware.
And the waves roll in, And the waves retreat; Then roll in once more. If you count their heads You can lose your feet— You’ve lost them before.
And the waves roll in, And the waves retreat; Then roll in once more. If you count their heads You can lose your feet— You’ve lost them before.
A fish on the sand
flip flapping;
Gills grabbing the air, the air. Belligerent air
sip sapping;
the sea doesn’t care.