Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls
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and all the make-up in the world couldn't hide the scars
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I leave today, I'm packing light: a suitcase, some toiletries
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The rolling hills and willow trees of Carolina wait for me
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You never learned, the rules have changed since we were nine
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This isn't school: boys don't assault the girls they like
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The taste of blood, the claim of love: these two will here on cease
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to be sprouting from your fists and tongue 'cause Carolina waits for me
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Fields of grain go whipping by from the window seat
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I'm drifting in, I'm drifting out catching up on sleep I couldn't get
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Indentured since the very crest of 17
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I left my keys and broken dreams 'cause Carolina waits for me
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I will never forgive a single day
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Mile markers seem to call my name and say,
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"you're safer now, through every town,
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we'll light your way in reflective green all the way"
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The entire state of Carolina waits for me
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Carolina
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| Benjamin Gibbard |
