| Caroline
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| Comes from the rain
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| Glistening and shivering
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| She laughs as she shakes off the weather
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| Caroline
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| Whispers her words
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| Saying she’ll always love me At least when we are together
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| Caroline
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| Starts closing in Surrounding the spot
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| Where watching in wonder I stand
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| Caroline
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| She’s shedding her rings
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| Her bracelets and stockings
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| And placing her skin still moist in the palm of my hand
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| You’re pressing she smiles
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| It’s too soon to ask
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| For me to cast off my cover
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| You assume that I’m caught
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| Up there in your head
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| So now I must go to my lover.
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| Her world is such a sudden place
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| A minute flashed before my face
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| To fly to feel to fall from grace
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| Oh Caroline — I’m leaning, careening
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| This bubble that I choose to chase
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| Keeps breaking on the brink of space
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| Just as I’m about to taste
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| It’s meaning — Caroline
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| Caroline
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| Comes from the full moon
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| Trembling and grieving
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| Afraid of the march of the seasons
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| Caroline
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| You’re too young to be running
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| Too old to be lying
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| Too wise not to see all the reasons
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| Caroline
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| Hangs her cape and her jeans
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| And surrenders her tears
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| To christen my pillow with sorrow
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| Caroline
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| She remains after times
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| To explain what she means, she speaks of today
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| More than she dreams of tomorrow
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| She says — Never has life
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| Been so full of the urge
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| To let go of the night and believe
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| She collects all her things
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| While she’s still of a mind
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| So soft it’s like breathing she leaves. |