| 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!) |