Fishing
By the pier,
The rod in my hand,
And you at my side,
In that boat.
I swear I didn't know it was loaded.
You I mean.
You were loaded.
And I, we, I guess we weren't really
in a boat,
And I guess fishing was the farthest
thing from my mind.
But the rod wasn't.
I swear I didn't know it was loaded......
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