On that windy road from Hull, I rode alone, Cold air cutting through to the bone, And all I could think of, mile by mile, Was a little bag that makes me smile… Oh Swedish Fish, where did you go? I needed you more than you know, Through the wind and the rain, the ache and the climb, Swedish Fish, you were on my mind… Pedals turning but my heart stood still, Dreaming of that sweet, soft thrill, Next time I ride, I won’t forget, Swedish Fish… you’re the one I’ll get.
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