Camille

Gretchen Peters - Camille
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The moon had a fight with the parking lot light
And slunk off to hide in the clouds
Now its broken bottles, gravel and glass
Keepin you company now
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In the heat of the moment he cried out your name
But the moment it didnt last long
Ten minutes later hes driving away
While youre putting your pantyhose on
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And you dont want to cry, and you dont want to think
And you tell yourself it aint no big deal
And you feel like a fool, and you feel like a drink
And you drink so you dont have to feel
But you still do, dont you Camille
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All your affairs are like last nights mascara
Darkening the lines round your eyes
Seems like these days youre just pickin up strays
You laugh and say youre no prize
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And the sins of the fathers theyre not meant for daughters
But somehow you felt youre to blame
And the ghost in your head and the men in your bed
They all look like theyre one and the same
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And you dont want to cry, and you dont want to think
And you tell yourself it aint no big deal
And you feel like a fool, and you feel like a drink
And you drink so you dont have to feel
But you still do, dont you Camille
Yeah , you still do, dont you Camille
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