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	These are old-school songs that need to be made Metal
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Renegade:Styx Oh momma I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home Oh momma I can hear you a'crying you're so scared and all alone Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This will be the end today of the wanted man Oh momma I've been years on the lam And had a high price on my head Lawman said get him dead or alive Now it's for sure he'll see me dead Dear momma I can hear you a'crying You're so scared and all alone Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long The jig is up, the news is out They finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray The judge will have revenge today On the wanted man Oh Momma, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law Hangman is coming down from the gallows And I don't have very long The jig is up, the news is out They finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This'll be the end today Of the wanted man the wanted man and i don't wanna go, oh no dont let 'em take me no no Carry On My Wayward Son Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say: Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say: Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more NO! Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry Don't you cry no more Shep_Shep · Sat Dec 12, 2009 @ 01:55am · 0 Comments


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