| Don’t line up like they should
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| You’re hard concrete, while I’m stuck on The blood stain in there and where it came from
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| Coffee cups collect at the side of my bed
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| Red pens push through the bridges I’ve burned
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| I tied em together with a string
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| The pattern just tells me, «Go to sleep»
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| I should go to sleep
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| I’m getting used to my skin but it doesn’t fit right
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| I share my name with a stranger all my life
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| And I feel it all, Carolina in my blood
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| Run, brother, run
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| I was twenty-five when my dad died
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| My arm was felt weak, my heart grew tired
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| And every girl I tried to kiss
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| Gives that look you did so I choose to miss
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| I’m the greatest book read to the end
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| In those last lines you’ll find my friends
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| Like flies on tape, I keep them close
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| We may look dead but move our soul
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| I’m getting used to my skin but it doesn’t fit right
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| I share my name with a stranger all my life
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| And I feel it all, Carolina in my blood
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| Run, brother, run
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| I keep your things in my garage
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| I won’t drive away
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| I feel it all, Carolina in my blood
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| Run, brother, run |