Weird Carolina - Camp Trash.lrc

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[00:00.178]Sometimes, a circle won't meet its end and spiral out of control
[00:09.193]I'm boring and I'm bored
[00:15.178]Sometimes, an angle gets measured by the crushed-off closing sense of losing itself
[00:25.940]Pinned down and ignored
[00:28.442]
[00:29.939]I can't make you believe that I've got everything worked out
[00:36.617]Eraser on lead still leaves its mark
[00:44.378]Right here, where you start pretending in the poetic tragedy
[00:53.377]Oh, romantic, you went and got yourself off, yourself off
[00:58.131]
[01:14.635]Sitting out on your front porch in some midwestern suburb
[01:21.383]Cracks in the cement measure no warmth ahead since you left
[01:35.377]Since you left
[01:38.374]
[01:43.875]The words stuck in my head
[01:46.875]They say, "I wish you were here to stay"
[01:50.888]I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
[01:54.625]The mountains don't know my name
[01:57.136]
[02:15.628]You're coming home from New York, right?
[02:22.630]Well, I heard James Taylor on the radio
[02:26.376]Going to Carolina in his—
[02:29.878]Going to Carolina in your mind
[02:37.386]I'll go to Carolina if you like
[02:44.569]It's a stubborn hole in my heart, filled up with decay
[02:50.087]Like worms in my brain, dried up, I hope you're okay
[02:55.586]
[02:59.827]The words stuck in my head
[03:02.578]They say, "I wish you were here to stay"
[03:06.574]I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
[03:10.321]The mountains don't know my name
文本歌词
Sometimes, a circle won't meet its end and spiral out of control
I'm boring and I'm bored
Sometimes, an angle gets measured by the crushed-off closing sense of losing itself
Pinned down and ignored
I can't make you believe that I've got everything worked out
Eraser on lead still leaves its mark
Right here, where you start pretending in the poetic tragedy
Oh, romantic, you went and got yourself off, yourself off
Sitting out on your front porch in some midwestern suburb
Cracks in the cement measure no warmth ahead since you left
Since you left
The words stuck in my head
They say, "I wish you were here to stay"
I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
The mountains don't know my name
You're coming home from New York, right?
Well, I heard James Taylor on the radio
Going to Carolina in his—
Going to Carolina in your mind
I'll go to Carolina if you like
It's a stubborn hole in my heart, filled up with decay
Like worms in my brain, dried up, I hope you're okay
The words stuck in my head
They say, "I wish you were here to stay"
I'm not going to Georgia or North Carolina
The mountains don't know my name