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