My love for you is like a disease, it tainted me from inside out,
My sweet Caroline, won't you please come out of your house?
No? Well that's alright I'll invite myself in.
I meant it when I said: 'I'll see you again.'
Lock all the doors and barricade the windows if you choose,
But know nothing on this earth can keep me from you.
You promised me your heart, and I promise you this:
'It WILL be mine even if I have to rip it from your chest.'
Yes, I'm coming for a visit, my dear Caroline,
My love, my sweet, my Bloody Valentine.
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