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I'll call you Sister Carrie |
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But I'll never say it |
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Mute it to a whisper |
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And spin your solar sister |
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And magnet will deliver |
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An arrow from her quiver |
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I'll call you Sister Carrie |
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But you'll never hear it |
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Fifty minutes later |
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As time pulls down her fader |
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And nibbles off the fakers |
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Who roll under the breakers |
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I'll close my eyes and listen to you read the story |
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Knowing I'll soon be left behind |
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So won't you read Sister Carrie Jean, Sister Carrie |
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Always the patient one |
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And I'll call you Sister Carrie |
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I won't breathe a word |
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Frosting on the beater |
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The flag trips down the meter |
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You thought you could defeat her |
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You're lucky you could meet her |
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I'll close my eyes and listen to you read the story |
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But I'm already far behind |
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So won't you read Sister Carrie Jean, Sister Carrie |
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Always the patient one |
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I'll close my life and let you teach me a new story |
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Out of the pages of your mind |
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And magnet will deliver so spin my solar sister |
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And you can read, Sister Carrie, read |
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Sister Carrie, read, Sister Carrie, read, read, read |
