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You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night
A couple years before I lost control
And ended up inside.
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
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 Aould survive
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
Now I'm writing from a caravan
Behind your nana's place
I think my spirit will be happier
With the stars in outer space.
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
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
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
- Album:
- The Oceans Of Ganymede
- Morro Bay
- Welcome to Brazzaville II
- Hastings Street
- Rouge On Pockmarked Cheeks
- Somnambulista
- East L.A. Breeze
- Welcome To Brazzaville
- Brazzaville
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- In Istanbul
- 21st Century Girl
- Welcome to Brazzaville 2
- 2002
- Welcome to... Brazzaville (Russian Edition)
- Mimicry Sampler 2004
- Brazzaville in Istanbul
- Jetlag Poetry
- Randy & the Mob