Wooden Boat

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A little boy and me when fishing in 
a wooden boat
Sitting there for hours in the cold
Patience is a virtual till we die
Then a ripple in the water caught my
 eye

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Some times we don't know what were
 waiting for
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and thats the time to be the first 
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one on the dance floor

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we go from green to blue to gold to
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 black

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Breathe deep who knows how long 
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this will last