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Caroline has a dime
She tries to call a friend now
But none of her calls are getting through
She lives in a room alone
Her best friend's her imagination
She has dreams instead of moments now
Caroline on the line but never getting through
She's getting tired of reaching out
Every day the same display
The world caught in her eyes
Caroline always seems to cry
She has a window there
It looks into a world of terror
The glass is several miles thick
Her sleep is dangerous
It keeps her mind from her body
And now she never wants to wake