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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