| 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
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| I still was a blind man
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| Though my mind could think
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| 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 |