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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 |
