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Well, I woke up to the sound of silence, the guns Were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you with a bottle of wine Your head in the curtains and heart like the Fourth of July You swore and said we are not We are not shining stars This I know, I never said we are Though I've never been through Hell like that I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back If you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stone Carry on May your path be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on Carry on, carry on