One day as I was sailing on the Caribbean Sea
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I spied a little fishing vessel drifting aimlessly
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Her sails were torn and tattered
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And her wheel was spinning free
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I told myself that little boat sure looks a lot like me
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[Chorus]
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¡®Cause like a ship without a rudder
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I¡¯m just drifting with the tide
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And each day I¡¯m drawing closer to the brink
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Just a speck upon the waters
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Of an ocean deep and wide
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I won¡¯t even make a ripple when I sink
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As I pulled along beside her and I climbed upon her deck
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In the silence I could feel the hair a rising on my neck
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I thought as I walked through the empty quarters down below
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That lost abandoned vessel was the sister of my soul
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In the emptiness my footsteps were like echoes in a cave
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That seemed to say there ain¡¯t no way to leave this floating grave
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And when I scrambled to the deck my ship had vanished like a dream
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Leaving nothing but the lonely waves to hear my silent scream
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Castaway
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| Kris Kristofferson |
