| Do you feel like I feel half-a-dozen times a day
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| When the lights go out and your thoughts drift away?
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| You know, you look like a child crawling out into the hall
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| When his folks are asleep with his hands along the wall
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| Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline?
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| Like a tin-made toy all covered up with dust
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| Staring up from the ground like you’re frozen up with rust
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| Do you bay like a hound sleeping out in the cold?
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| Do you scream like a lamb being dragged from the fold?
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| Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline?
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| Do you feel like I feel half-a-dozen times a day
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| When the lights go out and your thoughts drift away?
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| Well, if you hurt like that you must have met Little Caroline? |