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Chillout _ Carry On My Wayward Son (Acoustic)
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masqurading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
it surley means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotions
tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I can hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry On
You will always remember
Carry on
Nothing equals his splender
Now your lifes no longer empty
Surly heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
