| So this is what I can believe
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| Is what I said to my friend
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| And I can recall
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| I must have been pretty gone
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| When I went through these towns
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| Like a cannonball
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| And I’ve already grown up here
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| Here I might as well grow down
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| It’s all shaky, built in fury,
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| But I think this wind’s going to settle down
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| Carolina, why are we going with this around?
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| It’s all silvery, dear, it’s the light of little nowhere towns
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| But the treasure we had was so big
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| And we sunk through the earth
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| And believe how slow
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| Sun wasn’t out for all week
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| And the weekend just said
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| There’s just none to show
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| And I barely can remember
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| Little feet on solid ground
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| The drinking part is useless
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| When you’re buried away from sounds
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| Carolina, where are you ending up this time?
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| Say it’s silvery, dear, like the light of little nowhere towns
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| But now honestly I’m broken down
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| By this emptiness I feel
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| First you moan, and then you yell it
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| And now we don’t answer across the street
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| And I’m racing through my pockets now
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| Because I’m starting to believe
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| That selling emptiness to strangers
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| Is a little bit warmer than my dreams
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| This is what I should believe
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| Is what I said to my friend
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| And I can recall
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| I must have been pretty cold
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| When I went through this house
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| Like a cannonball
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| And I barely can remember
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| Asking you through all this time
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| It’s all shaky, built in fury
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| Like this wind is going to settle down
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| Carolina, where are we going to be found?
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| You’re all silvery, dear, you’re the light of little nowhere towns |