"Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls
The taste of blood, the claim of love
These two will here on cease to be
Sprouting from your fists and tongue 'cause Carolina waits for me
I will never forgive a single day
Mile markers seem to call my name and say,
"You're safer now through every town, we'll light your way in reflective green"
All the way, the entire state of Carolina waits for me"
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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