Brazzaville
Clouds In Camarillo
You were born in '67About 9 o'clock at nightA couple years before I lost controland ended up inside.The clouds inCamarillo Shimmer with a light that'sSo unreal Now I fear the storiesThat they told me Of how I hurt my babyMust be somehow trueI stopped taking all my pillsthey made me feel so dead inside.Just like the sun was going outI didn't think I сould surviveThe clouds inCamarillo Shimmer with a light that'sSo unreal Now I fear the storiesThat they told me Of how I hurt my babyLetras de cancionesMust be somehow trueNow I'm writing from a caravanbehind your nana's placeI think my spirit will be happierwith the stars in outer space.The clouds inCamarillo Shimmer with a light that'sSo unreal Now I fear the storiesThat they told me Of how I hurt my babyMust be somehow true
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