| Carolina, she’s from Texas
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| Red bricks drop from her vagina
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| Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
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| But her breasts taste just like breakfast
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| There’s her hand now on the cock sock
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| Filled with white tears from the thrift store
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| She’s an eyesore in her red dress
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| I’m the ghost of her deceased when she said
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| Give us back our lives
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| Leave him, Carolina
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| Everything’s just fine
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| Refill my prescription
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| Until next time
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| I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
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| California presidente
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| Cogi mucho estoy cansado
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| Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
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| Antiseptic, complimentary
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| There’s her hand now on the cock sock
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| Filled with white tears from the thrift store
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| She’s an eyesore in her red dress
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| I’m the ghost of her deceased when she said
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| Give us back our lives
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| Leave him, Carolina
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| Everything’s just fine
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| Refill my prescription
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| Until next time
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| I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind
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| Goodnight Sweetheart
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| Flying high on birth control
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| She knows the pregnancy will show
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| That she smells nice when you look twice
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| Who’s your boyfriend, Carolina?
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| And it’s goodnight sweetheart
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| Flying high on birth control
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| She knows the rejections in her bones
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| Carolina, she’s from Texas
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| Red bricks drop from her vagina
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| Carolina
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| Carolina
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| Carolina |