| Caroline, Caroline
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| I never could leave you to struggle
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| Hold the line, hold the line
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| I’ll be there on the double
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| In time, in time
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| Everyone does see trouble
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| And you don’t need to know why when you cry
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| You don’t need to know why
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| You don’t need to know why when you cry
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| Violet’s eyes, Violet plays
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| Going back home to the Great Lakes
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| Where the cattail sways
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| With the lonesome loon
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| Riding that train in late June
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| With the windows wide by my side
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| With the windows wide
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| With the windows wide by my side
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| And the clusters fell like an empty bell
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| Meteor shower at the motel
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| Where the empty space is a saving grace
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| Making good time and doing well
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| Still the question sings like Saturn’s rings
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| Maybe she knows and she won’t tell
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| But you don’t need to know why when you cry
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| You don’t need to know why
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| You don’t need to know why when you cry
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| And I find you there in your country flair
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| Middle of the river in a lawn chair
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| With your wrinkled hands and your silver hair
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| Leaving here soon and you know where
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| To where the cattail sways with the lonesome loon
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| You’ll be riding that train in late June
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| With the windows wide by your side
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| With the windows wide
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| With the windows wide by your side
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| You don’t need to know why
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| You don’t need to know why when you cry |