The middle finger queen of the nevermind

It's been a little while since the second time

I knew that you'd never come home

Caroline, you were just a child in a fireline

You were just a kid when your mama died

And daddy couldn't make it alone

And I wonder how loud

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Caroline

Now and then you're in the magazines

The tabloid rags and the trash machines

They're spitting on the image of the memories

Of a girl with her pigtails flying

I had a dream that you were calling home

Stranded in the storm on a payphone

And all that you were getting was a dial tone

No one on the end of the line

And I wonder how loud

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Where your heart is now

Caroline

Caroline

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