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Carry
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on
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my
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wayward
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son,
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there'll
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be
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peace
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when
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you
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are
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done,
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lay
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your
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weary
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head
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to
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rest,
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don't
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you
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cry
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no
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more.
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Once
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I
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rose
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above
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the
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noise
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and
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confusion,
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just
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to
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get
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a
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glimpse
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beyond
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this
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illusion,
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I
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Answer
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was
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soaring
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ever
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higher,
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but
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I
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flew
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too
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high.
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Though
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my
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eyes
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could
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see
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I
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still
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was
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a
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blind
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man,
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though
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my
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mind
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could
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think
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I
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still
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was
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a
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mad
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man,
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I
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hear
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the
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voices
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when
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I'm
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dreamin',
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I
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can
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Answer
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hear
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them
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say.
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Carry
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on
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my
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wayward
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son,
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there'll
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be
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peace
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when
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you
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are
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done,
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lay
|
your
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weary
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head
|
to
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rest,
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don't
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you
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cry
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no
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more.
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Masquerading
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as
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a
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man
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with
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a
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reason,
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my
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charade
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is
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the
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event
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of
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the
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season,
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and
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if
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I
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claim
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to
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be
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a
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wise
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man,
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it
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surely
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means
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that
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I
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don't
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know.
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On
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a
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stormy
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sea
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of
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moving
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emotion,
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tossed
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about
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I'm
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like
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a
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ship
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on
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the
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ocean,
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I
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set
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a
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course
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for
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winds
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of
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fortune,
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but
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I
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hear
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the
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voices
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say.
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Carry
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on
|
my
|
wayward
|
son,
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there'll
|
be
|
peace
|
when
|
you
|
are
|
done,
|
lay
|
your
|
weary
|
head
|
to
|
rest,
|
don't
|
you
|
cry
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no
|
more.
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carry
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on,
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you
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will
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always
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remember,
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carry
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Answer
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on,
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nothing
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equals,
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the
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spendor,
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now
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your
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life's
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no
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longer
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empty,
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surely
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heaven
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waits
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for
|
you.
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Carry
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on
|
my
|
wayward
|
son,
|
there'll
|
be
|
peace
|
when
|
you
|
are
|
done,
|
lay
|
your
|
weary
|
head
|
to
|
rest,
|
don't
|
you
|
cry
|
no
|
more.
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