*Румба - Brazzaville - The Clouds in Camarillo | Текст песни

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You were born in 67
About nine o'clock at night -
A couple of years before
I lost control and ended up inside

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.

I stopped taking all my pills,
they made me feel so dead inside.
Just like the sun was going out,
I didn't think I could survive.

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.

Now I'm writing from the caravan
Behind your grandma's place,
I think my spirit will be happier
With the stars in outer space

The clouds in Camarillo
Shimmer with the lights, that's so unreal.
Now I fear the stories, that they told me
Of how I hurt my baby, must be somehow true.


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