| I’m just driftwood on the river, floating down the tide
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| I don’t care where this old river carries me
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| I’ll keep drifting just because my heart is broken inside
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| And I’m tired of wishing for what cannot be
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| I may meet some little driftwood, lost as same as I
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| Share a handshake and a tender tear or two
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| But it’s always good luck, now we’ve got to say goodbye
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| I must wander on to keep my randezvous
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Though I drift through town and city I can never stay
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| For I find no place to call my home sweet home
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| I don’t ask for help or pitty I’ll just go my way
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| All I’m praying for is peace to dream alone
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| I’m just driftwood on the river and I’m drifting on
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| Till this weary river meets the deep blue sea
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| Where the deep blue sea may help me to forget someone
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| Yes the careless one who has forgotten me
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| In my heart I don’t feel bitter over what has been
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| I feel sorry for the one I must forget
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| And instead of being someone with the world to win
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| I’m just driftwood on the river of regret… |