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Carolina and Nicole are two of the best of friends Walking home at 7:30 past five drunk Hispanic men No sense even in listening when you've heard it all before There's no sense in convincing when to them you're always the white whore She said, "It wasn't all in vain" She said "It helped me get in touch with my pain" She doesn't mean the things she says She once told me she wished that she was dead Talking about old Motown records Walking home at night Carolina and Nicole are not about to give up without a fight Not about to admit feeling so alone "Have you ever had a real man baby? Can I walk you home?" She said, "It wasn't all in vain" She said "It helped me get in touch with my pain" She doesn't mean the things she says She once told me she wished that she was dead And you think that I'm bad because I don't finish all that I started But for you the last Husker Du must have seemed something cathartic I don't feel that I can know you any more Crazy Jane changed her name Crazy Jane changed her name