You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night
íí°í¼ í‘"ší°íº í‘í²íµí‘"ší»í¾. í'íµí‘"¡íµí‘€. íÅ“í°í¹.
íÅ¸í¾ í²í¾í´íµ í‘"ší°í½í‘" í‘Æ’íµí¼.
A couple years before I lost control
and ended up inside.
íÅ¡í‘"ší¾ í½í°í‘ í‘Æ’í·í½í°í»? í£í³í°í´í°í¹.
íÅ“í‘"¹ íµí³í¾ í‘€í¸í‘í‘Æ’íµí¼.
í¯ í´í»í‘ í‘"šíµí±í‘ í‘í‘"ší°í½í‘Æ’ í·í´íµí‘í‘Å’
í¡í°í¼í¾í¹ í·í²í¾í½íºí¾í¹ í»í¸í‘€í¾í¹
íŸí¾í¹, í¿í‘Æ’í‘í‘"ší‘Å’ í‘í»í¾í²í° í‘Æ’í»íµí‘"ší‘í‘"š
íí° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°.
The clouds in
Camarillo
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
I stopped taking all my pills
they made me feel so dead inside.
í'í‘€íµí¼í‘ í±íµí¶í¸í‘"š í¸ í½í¸íºí‘"ší¾
í£ í½íµí³í¾ í½íµ í‘í¿í‘€í¾í‘í¸í‘"š.
Just like the sun was going out
I didn't think I í‘ould survive
í"”í½í°íµí‘"š í¾í± í‘í‘"ší¾í¼ í»í¸í‘ˆí‘Å’ í¾í½.
íÅ¾í½ í‘"šíµí±í‘ í¿í¾í¿í‘€í¾í‘í¸í‘"š
í¡í¿íµí‘"ší‘Å’ íµí¼í‘Æ’ í½íµí‘íºí¾í»í‘Å’íºí¾ í‘í»í¾í²
í¡í‘"ší°í‘€í¾í³í¾ í¼í¾í‘"ší¸í²í°.
íËœ í‘"šíµ í‘í»í¾í²í° í‘Æ’í»íµí‘"ší‘í‘"š
íí° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°.
The clouds in
Camarillo
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
Now I'm writing from a caravan
behind your nana's place
í¡í¾í»í½í‘" íµ í¸í³í‘€í°íµí‘"š í‘ í¾í³í½íµí¼
íÅ“í‘"¹ í¸í³í‘€í°íµí¼ í‘ í²íµí‘"ší‘€í¾í¼
I think my spirit will be happier
with the stars in outer space.
íí°í¼ í‘"ší°íº í‘í²íµí‘"ší»í¾ í¼í‘"¹ í²í´í²í¾íµí¼,
í'í¼íµí‘í‘"šíµ í‘í‘"ší°í½íµí¼ í¿íµí¿í»í¾í¼.
íËœ íºí¾í³í´í° í‘í¾í»í½í‘" íµ í·í°í‘ˆí»í¾,
íÅ¡í°íº í¶íµ í‘"ší‘"¹ í¿í‘€í¾í‘í¸í»í°
í'í·í‘í‘"ší‘Å’ í·í° í‘í¾í±í¾í‘Ž í‘"šíµí±í‘
íí° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°.
The clouds in
Camarillo
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
í½í° í²íµí‘€í‘ˆí¸í½í‘Æ’ í¼í¸í‘€í°
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true
The clouds in
Camarillo
Shimmer with a light that's
So unreal
Now I fear the stories
That they told me
Of how I hurt my baby
Must be somehow true