| When I was a young man
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| I found an old dream
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| Was as battered and worn a one
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| As you have ever seen
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| But I made it some new wings
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| And I painted a nose
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| And I wished so hard
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| Up in the air I rose, singing
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| Carry me, carry me
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| Carry me above the world
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me
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| And I once loved a girl
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| She was younger than me
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| Her parents kept her locked up in their life
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| She was crying at night
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| She was wishing she could be free
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| 'Course mostly I remember her laughing
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| Standing there watching us play
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| For a while there
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| The music would take her away
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| And she’d be singing
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| Carry me, carry me
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| Carry me above this world
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| Carry me, carry me, ooh
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| Carry me above the world
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| And then there was my mother
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| She was lying in white sheets there
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| And she was waiting to die
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| She said if you’d just reach
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| Underneath this bed
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| And untie these weights
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| I could surely fly
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| She’s still smiling but she’s tired
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| She’d like to hear that last bell ring
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| You know if she still could she would
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| Stand up she could sing
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| Singing carry me, carry me
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| Carry me above the world
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| Carry me, carry me, carry me |