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{title:Sweet Survivor}
{st:Peter Yarrow}
{define: Bm? 1 2 0 0 -1 -1 2}
You have asked me why the [Bm?]days fly by so quickly,
And why each one feels no different from the last.
And you say that you are fearful of the future,
And you have grown suspicious of the past.
And you wonder if the [Bm?]dreams we shared together
Have abanoned us, or we abandoned them.
And you cast about and try to find new meaning,
So that you can feel that closeness one again.
Carry on my sweet survivor,
Carry on my lonely friend.
Don't give up on the dream,
And don't you let it end.
Carry on my sweet survivor,
Though you know that something's gone,
For everything that matters,
Carry on.
You remember when you felt each person mattered,
That we all had to care, or all was lost.
But now you see believers turned to cynics,
And you wonder was the struggle worth the cost.
And you see someone too young to know the difference,
And the veil of isolation in their eyes.
And inside you know you've got to leave them something,
Or the hope for something better slowly dies.
Carry on my sweet survivor,
Carry on my lonely friend.
Don't give up on the dream,
And don't you let it end.
Carry on my sweet survivor,
Though you know that something's gone,
For everything that matters,
Carry on.
Carry on my sweet survivor,
You've carried it so long,
So it may come again,
Carry on.
Carry on, carry on.
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
<putz@parc.xerox.com>
# 7 September 1992
</putz@parc.xerox.com>