You were born in '67
About 9 o'clock at night


A couple years before I lost control
And ended up inside.


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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


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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.

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