Sitting on the edge of a fluffy cloud, fishing with a thunderbolt
Catching all the souls I can, then I reel them up and
Dress them in rainbows, take them to my master's house
He weighs them in and says son, another good catch today

I didn't throw away a soul, they all weighed in legal
Each one had the right anount of faith, didn't throw away
Anyone, now back to the edge of your cloud and thunderbolts
You have many more souls to save, this will be a long day

I love to fish from this fluffy cloud, its a much better place
Then all, the tournaments I've been in, the prize is real like
Reaching up and placing a star in your heart, that's how I feel
When I catch a willing soul, the real prize is, my Lord's smiling face

Sorry, if you call for me, for I have gone fishing
But, leave your name and number, I'll return your call
And by the way, if, you hear thunder and believe in rainbows
I'm not really gone, I'll return your call, I have just

"Gone Fishing"

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