Well you fight like the devil to just keep your head above water
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Chained to whatever you got that you can't throw away
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And you're shootin' through space on this river of life that you're ridin'
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And it's whirling and sucking you deeper on down every day
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So you turn to your trusty old partner to share some old feelings
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And you find to your shock that your faithful companion is gone
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And the truth slowly dawns that you're lost and alone in deep water
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And you don't even know how much longer there is to go on
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[ harmonica ]
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Like an old Holy Bible you clung to through so many seasons
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With the rules of survival in words you could still understand
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When they prove something wrong you believed in so long you go crazy
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And you're so close to folding the cards that you hold in your hand
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Singing Holy Toledo I can't see the light anymore
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All those horizon that I used to guide me are gone
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And the darkness is driving me farther away from the shore
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Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on
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Shipwrecked In The Eighties
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| Kris Kristofferson |
