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Paul Van Dyk Castaway

to take us Castaway, we waste all day Failed to figure out what is hailed to be ours Right on some days, falls to the wayside The way, oh way, oh way Castaway

Some times they raise you Feelin' far to fine Bound to be Bound to be my dregs If only up to me I'd rush it out sea Bound to take us Out Some times