| Caroline says it won’t be easy now
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| She’s standing in the hallway looking out on me
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| And nicotine stains on her fingernails
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| The darker shade of grey, the color of her day, yeah
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| The painting on your walls, I’m sure you know
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| You’re haunted by your name, I’m sure you heard
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| And the castles are made of sand
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| Sliding through my hands
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| The castles are made of sand
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| Go easy on me
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| We all die young
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| All
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| And Caroline says she’s out of town
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| Her bare feet cold on the kitchen floor
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| The painting on your walls, I’m sure you heard
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| You’re haunted by your name, I’m sure you heard
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| And the castles are made of sand
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| Sliding through my hands
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| The castles are made of sand
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| Go easy on me
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| We all die young
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| Oh, we all die young
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| We all die young
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| Go easy on me
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| And the castles made of sand
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| Sliding through my hands
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| The castles made of sand
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| Go easy on me
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| We all die young
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| Oh, we all die young
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| Oh, we all die young
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| Go easy on me
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| And the castles made of sand
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| Sliding through hands
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| The castles made of sand
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| Go easy on me, oh |