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Carry on my wayward son |
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There'll be peace when you are done |
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Lay your weary head to rest |
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Don't you cry no more |
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Once I rose above the noise and confusion |
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Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion |
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I was soaring ever higher |
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But I flew too high |
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Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man |
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Though my mind could think I still was a mad man |
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I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming |
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I can hear them say |
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Carry on my wayward son |
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There'll be peace when you are done |
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Lay your weary head to rest |
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Don't you cry no more |
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Masquerading as a man with a reason |
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My charade is the event of the season |
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And if I claim to be a wise man |
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It surely means that I don't know |
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On a stormy sea of moving emotion |
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Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean |
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I set a course for winds of fortune |
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But I hear the voices say |
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Carry on my wayward son |
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There'll be peace when you are done |
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Lay your weary head to rest |
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Don't you cry no more |
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No! |
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Carry on |
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You will always remember |
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Carry on |
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Nothing equals the splendor |
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Now your life's no longer empty |
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Surely heaven waits for you |
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Carry on my wayward son |
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There'll be peace when you are done |
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Lay your weary head to rest |
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Don't you cry no more |
