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Caroline, I'll take you to my cemetery And I'll be fine, I'll work it, I'll work it out Count your days, I'll roll myself my Mary Jane Caroline, I'll work it, we'll work it out Listen now, I pray for every beaten soul That I'll waste until I become flesh and bone Hear me out, I'm one foot out the window pane I got a litre, a blunt and a cord to ease the weight Not falling into your grace I thought it all was good until I wrote my plans down Never thought I'd feel heartbreak Until I looked at you and then I held my hand out Friends saying that I'm okay But if I'm okay, I'm the samе kid Who would've thought that we'd be both fucking thе same bitch? Caroline, I'll take you to my cemetery And I'll be fine, I'll work it, I'll work it out Count your days, I'll roll myself my Mary Jane Caroline, I'll work it, we'll work it out Hey, uh, I promise that when I'm gone I'll still connect the dots From hell, I'll haunt you, goddamn Letras de cancionesI'll take these words written in vain Cover them up in lace Diamonds and I'll engrave them Not falling into your grace I thought it all was good until I wrote my plans down Never thought I'd feel heartbreak Until I looked at you and then I held my hand out Friends saying that I'm okay But if I'm okay, I'm the same kid Who would've thought that we'd both be fucking the same bitch? Caroline, I'll take you to my cemetery And I'll be fine, I'll work it, I'll work it out And count your days, I'll roll myself my Mary Jane Caroline, I'll work it, we'll work it out Caroline We'll work it, we'll work it out From Letras Mania