Every scream went bleeding through these paper walls
And all the makeup in the world couldn't hide the scars
I leave today, I'm packing light: a suitcase, some toiletries
The rolling hills and willow trees of Carolina wait for me
- Ben Gibbard
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Throw your suitcase in the back,
Done gassed up the pontiac,
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway,
Baby we ain't ever comin' back.
(Sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much?)
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