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Castaway
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Feels like, once in a while we get down.
As the coastline disappears over the bow.
Anchors and chains, breaking away.
Lost in exile, drift on the wave, castaway.
Feels like, once in a while we get high.
With the sails true, we close in, no king or country in sight.
Anchors and chains, breaking away.
Lost in exile, drift on the wave, castaway.
In a heartbeat the gunfire, once in a moon we get wild.
To the last man the last stand, for greed and glory and strife.
Anchors and chains, breaking away.
Lost in exile, drift on the wave, castaway.
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