Fission Fishin' Mission

Wishin' to be fishin' life without a mission know nothing about nuclear fission gotta make a decision what's this life for?	If you're comfortable while you're here, that's all right, if you're not then you just got to fight to turn around your head and get it right.
You know I don't have any idea, Time, it doesn't even get to see ya, you're here and you're gone, you move it along and you die!	But what's right? it's so confusing why won't the spark of thought ignite and give me the meaning of life in a nutshell to my delight...
You build, you love, you cry, you really can't do more than try, hit the right vein and you fly, step in front of a train and good-bye!	Wisihin' to be fishin' life without a mission know nothing about nuclear fission gotta make a decision what's this life for?

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