| Caroline, I think we might be cursed
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| We’ve been rollin' 'round this town in a hearse
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| Caroline, I know it makes you sick
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| Despite myself, I can’t rid myself of it
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| Anyone else feel the air is thin?
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| Same shirt fits a bit too tight around my chin
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| Keep an eye outside, I’ll grab the key
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| We’ll take this Lincoln for a ride down 93
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| It’s a petty crime, petty crime
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| Petty crime, petty crime
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| Caroline, I told you a lie
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| This is no life but I’m afraid to die
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| Caroline, you know I’m no Quaker
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| But death isn’t a visitor when the hearse driver’s your neighbor
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| Hearse in reverse, tore down the interstate
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| A story to drive backwards through what I can’t change
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| I’ll knock on the nursery door and you grab him
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| Oddity pallbearer, would you let me in?
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| It’s a petty crime, petty crime
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| Petty crime, petty crime
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| It’s a petty crime, petty crime
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| Petty crime, petty crime
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh |