Carry Me    (David Crosby)

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     When I was a young man, I found an old dream

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     It was as battered and worn a one, as you have ever seen

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     I invented some new wings, and I painted a nose

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     I wished so hard, up in the air, I ro-o-ose, singing

    E                     D       A            E
     Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world

                          D       A            E
     Carry me, carry me, carry me

    E                 B      A                     C#m     B
     And I once loved a girl, she was younger than me

    E                      B
     Her parents kept her locked, up in their lives

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     And she was crying, she was wishing she could be free

    E             B
     Of course I mostly remember her laughing

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     Standing there and watching us play

    E              B        A           C#m                 A
     For a while then, the music, would take her away and she'd be singing

    E                     D       A             E
     Carry me, carry me, carry me, above this world

                          D       A            E
     Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world

    E                B        A
     Then there was my mother, 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 just reach underneath this bed, and untie these weights

              C#m       B
     I could surely fly

    E                     B
     She's still smiling but she's tired

    A                        C#m           B
     She'd like to hear that last bell ring

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     You know if she still could she would, stand up, she would sing

    E                     D       A            E
     Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world

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     Carry me, carry me, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh

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