| Oh, Carissa when I first saw you
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| You were a lovely child
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| And the last time I saw you
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| You were 15 and pregnant and running wild
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| I remember wondering could there be a light at the end of your tunnel
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| But I left Ohio then and had pretty much forgotten all about you
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| I guess you were there some years ago at a family funeral
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| But you were one of so many relatives I didn’t know which one was you
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| Yesterday morning I woke up to so many 330 area code calls
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| I called my mom back and she was in tears and asked had I spoke to my father
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| Carissa burned to death last night in a freak accident fire
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| In her yard in Brewster her daughter came home from a party and found her
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| Same way as my uncle who was her grandfather
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| An aerosol can blew up in the trash, goddamn what were the odds?
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| She was just getting ready to go to her midnight shift as an RN in Wadsworth
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| Then she vanished up in flames like that but there had to be more to her life’s
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| worth
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| Everyone’s grieving out of their minds making arrangements and taking drugs
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| But I’m flying out there tomorrow because I need to give and get some hugs
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| Cause I got questions that I’d like to get answered
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| I may never get them, but Carissa I gotta know how did it happen?
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| Carissa was 35
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| You don’t just raise two kids, and take out your trash and die
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| She was my second cousin, I didn’t know her well at all
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| But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t
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| Meant to find some poetry to make some sense of this, to find a deeper meaning
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| In this senseless tragedy, oh Carissa I’ll sing your name across every sea
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| Were you doing someone else’s chores for them?
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| Were you just killing time finding things to do all by your lonesome?
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| Was it even you mistakenly putting flammables in the trash?
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| Was it your kids just being kids, if so the guilt they will carry around forever
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| Well I’m going out there to get a look at the landscapes
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| To get a look at those I’m connected by blood and see how it all may have
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| shaped me
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| Well I’m going out there, though I’m not really needed
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| I’m just so broken up about it, how is it this sad history repeated?
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| I’ll return to Ohio
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| To the place I was spawned
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| Going to see where I hung with my cousins and played with them in the snow and
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| fished in their ponds
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| Going to see how they’ve grown
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| Visit some graves and say «Hey I’ve missed you»
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| Going to find out as much as I can about my little second cousin Carissa
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| Gonna go to Ohio
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| Where I was born
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| Got a 10:45 AM flight, I’m leaving tomorrow morning
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| Gonna see my aunts and uncles, my parents and sisters
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| Mostly I’m going to pay my respects to my little second cousin Carissa
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| Going to Ohio where I feel I belong
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| Ask those who know the most about Carissa for it is her life and death that I’m
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| helplessly drawn
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| Carissa was 35
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| Raised kids when she was 15 years old and suddenly died
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| Next to an old brick fire pit, oh there’s gotta be more than that to it
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| She was only my second cousin
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| But that don’t mean that I’m not here for her or that I wasn’t
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| Meant to give her life poetry
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| To make sure her name is known across every sea |