Caroline Street

All the young kids always meet,
Where Rose Park intersects with Caroline Street.
The sun always shines at the end of the week,
But we all like the shade.

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But nobody sees that our lives are on strings,
Some lines are cut while other lines swing,
And the sun always shines at the end of the week,
Where Rose Park intersects with Caroline Street.

And no body likes poor Anna Beth Hayes,
At the end of the strand that the pendulum sways.
As her time's running out and she starts to fade,
Everyone said that she laughed.

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But nobody sees that we all have wings,
Some of us crash while others just sing,
And the sun always sighs at the end of the week,
Where Rose Park intersects with Caroline Street.

I wish I could tell the whole world about dreams,
Because nobody's ever quite what they seem.
And everybody knows that it's ok to be mean,
As long as you start with a smile.

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But nobody sees that our lives are on strings,
Some lines are cut while other lines swing,
And the sun always shines whenever we meet,
Where Rose Park intersects with Caroline Street.

Caroline Street.

Where the air smells too sweet.

And everyone meets.

Just to sniff.

I think that we just can't be the same,
So come on and take a rocket to space.
And she says that everything I do brings her shame,
Even then, I can see the grin on her face.