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EmOnce I Drose above the Cnoise and Dconfusion
EmJust to Dget a glimpse Cbeyond this Dillusion
AmI was Gsoaring ever Fhigher   F  G 
AmBut I Gflew too Dhigh
EmThough my Deyes could see I Cstill was a Dblind man
EmThough my Dmind could think I Cstill was a Dmad man
AmI hear the Gvoices when IF9;m dreamingF  G 
AmI can Ghear them Dsay

EmCarry Gon my Dwayward Cson
EmThere'llG be peace wDhen you are done
EmLay your Gweary Dhead to Crest
(N.C.)
Don't you cry no more

EmMasqueDrading as a Cman with a Dreason
EmMy chaDrade is the Cevent of the Dseason
AmAnd if I Gclaim to be a Fwise man    F  G 
AmIt surely Gmeans that I donD9;t know
EmOn a Dstormy sea of Cmoving Demotion
EmTossed Dabout I'm likCe a ship on Dthe ocean
AmI set Gsail for winds of Ffortune   F  G 
AmBut I Ghear the voices Dsay

EmCarry Gon my Dwayward Cson
EmThere'llG be peace wDhen you are done
EmLay your Gweary Dhead to Crest
(N.C.)
Don't you cry no more