Once I rose above the noise and confusion
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Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
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I was soaring ever higher, 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 hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
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I can hear them say
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Carry on my wayward son,
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For there'll be peace when you are done
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Lay your weary head to rest
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Now 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, it surely
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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, but
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I hear the voices say
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Carry on, you will always remember
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Carry on, 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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Foo Fighters |