North Carolina
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I got tangled in the streets of a girl
Where red eyed wolves drank honey
She tried to capture herself in a necklace
But she didn't have enough money
So instead she bought November
For you Caroline,
For you should know, your
mood is like weather
Your words booming like thunder
When your sky is heated.
When you are filled with sadness
Tears flow like sputtering clouds.
