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Put on your shoes, girl |
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I'm goin' to the coast |
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Where every loser |
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Gives up what hurts the most |
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And all those haunted |
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Unlucky guys get told |
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Who's really wanted |
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And who just can't stay sold |
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Goodbye, Caroline |
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You're my favorite faith healer |
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Goodbye, everything |
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Say I gave to the house dealer |
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Who could only really let you down |
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Put on your coat, babe |
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My luck is winding down |
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I'll get your suitcase |
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And pull the car around |
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Goodbye, Caroline |
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You're my favorite faith healer |
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Goodbye, everything |
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Say I gave to the house dealer |
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Who could only really let you down |
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Where it's lit day for night |
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And the clocks wear their faces bowed |
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Where the hands and cuffs gleam white |
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As they hang on a nicotine cloud |
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Goodbye, Caroline |
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Goodbye, everything |
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Goodbye, Caroline |
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You're my favorite faith healer |
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Goodbye, everything |
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Say I gave to the house dealer |
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Who could only really let you down |
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Who could only really let you down |
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Who could only |
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Let you down |
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Let you down |
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Let you down |
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Let you down |
