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I told you not to run and you told me not to run away
We both broke rules and followed fools in our own way
The mainland ain't the same when you've seen the coast
Wondering who you'll be and what you'll miss the most
Carry On Carrie Anne
There's nothing like a surf rock hip hop tragedy
Somehow it's the most American you can be
Loving metaphors and pushing all the whores away
Cleaning out your pores and making smores the ghetto way
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