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Well you fight like the devil to |
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Just keep your head above water |
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Chained to whatever you got |
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That you can't throw away |
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And you're shooting through space |
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On that river of life that you're riding |
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And it's swirling and sucking you |
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Deeper on down everyday. |
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So you turn to your trusty old partner |
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To share some old feelings |
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And you find to your shock that |
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Your faithful companion is gone (so long, Tonto) |
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And the truth slowly dawns that you're |
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Lost and alone in deep water |
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And you don't even know how much longer |
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There is to go on |
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Like an old Holy Bible you've clung to |
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For so many seasons |
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With the rules of survival in words |
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You could still understand. |
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When they proved something wrong |
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You believed in so long you go crazy |
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And you're so close to foldin' the cards |
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That you hold in your hand |
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Singing, holy Toledo I can't see the light anymore |
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(Hank Williams said that) |
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All those horizons that I used to guide me are gone |
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(I'm damn sure Van Morrison said that ...) |
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And the darkness is driving me farther away from the shore |
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(I said that.) |
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Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on. |
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(Come on, Danny, throw me a line, baby!) |