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Carolina, she's from Texas |
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Red bricks drop from her vagina |
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Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships |
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But her breasts taste just like breakfast |
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There's her hand now on the cock sock |
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Filled with white tears from the thrift store |
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She's an eyesore in her red dress |
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I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said |
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Give us back our lives |
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Leave him, Carolina |
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Everything's just fine |
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Refill my prescription |
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Until next time |
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I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind |
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California presidente |
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Cogi mucho estoy cansado |
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Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti |
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Antiseptic, complimentary |
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There's her hand now on the cock sock |
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Filled with white tears from the thrift store |
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She's an eyesore in her red dress |
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I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said |
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Give us back our lives |
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Leave him, Carolina |
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Everything's just fine |
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Refill my prescription |
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Until next time |
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I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind |
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Goodnight Sweetheart |
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Flying high on birth control |
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She knows the pregnancy will show |
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That she smells nice when you look twice |
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Who's your boyfriend, Carolina? |
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And it's goodnight sweetheart |
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Flying high on birth control |
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She knows the rejections in her bones |
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Carolina, she's from Texas |
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Red bricks drop from her vagina |
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Carolina |
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Carolina |
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Carolina |
