| I’ll call you sister Carrie but I’ll never say it Mute it to a whisper
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| And spin your solar sister
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| And magnet will deliver
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| An arrow from her quiver
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| I’ll call you sister Carrie but you’ll never hear it Fifty minutes later
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| As time pulls down her fader
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| And nibbles off the fakers
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| Who roll under the breakers
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| I’ll close my eyes and listen to you read the story
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| Knowning I’ll soon be left behind
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| So won’t you read sister Carrie Jean, sister Carrie
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| Always the patient one
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| I’ll call you sister Carrie I won’t breathe a word
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| Frosting on the beater
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| The flag trips down the meter
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| You thought you could defeat her
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| You’re lucky you could meet her
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| I’ll close my eyes and listen to you read the story
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| But I’m already far behind
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| So won’t you read sister Carrie Jean, sister Carrie
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| Always the patient one
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| I’ll close my life and let you teach me a new story
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| Out of the pages of your mind
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| And magnet will deliver
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| So, spin, my solar sister
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| And you can read, sister Carrie, read |