My friend, is it still ringing in your ears Through all those blessed and poisoned years
You will still say I was wrong But you'll miss me when I'm gone
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on And now I watch the falling of the leaves We live by little deaths such as these
And when everything is changed I'll embrace it once again
Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on The empty roads we travelled now are filled With all the brave processions of desperate will All looking to burn out in glory
And you know just how that feels But I've made my choice for better or for worse Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on
And it's everything I know and it's nothing much at all
You will still say I was wrong But you'll miss me when I'm gone Carrying on, carrying on, carrying on.
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