They clung to each other like the survivors of a shipwreck
To afraid to let go
Holding fast to the driftwood that was their life
To afraid to strike out alone.
Two lost sad and souls drifting
Aimlessly through life.
They clung to each other like the survivors of a shipwreck
To afraid to let go
Holding fast to the driftwood that was their life
To afraid to strike out alone.
Two lost sad and souls drifting
Aimlessly through life.
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