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Camilla waits in the afternoon |
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In a uniform |
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There's no escape from the tender chin |
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When the curtain's drawn |
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I feel the space and the emptiness |
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Where all life starts |
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My hands caress on the open dress |
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And feel her heart |
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And feel her heart |
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Howl like the wind |
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Howl like a trigger from within |
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The double taste of the sweetest stuff |
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The nicest sin |
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Camilla hates but she calls it love |
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And different things |
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I feel the folds of the tattered lace |
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The game will start |
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We play with clubs and we play with spades |
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But there are no hearts |
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There are no hearts |
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Howl like the wind |
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Howl like a trigger from within |
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Howl like a train |
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Howl like Camilla beat her sin |
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Howl like the wind |
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Howl like a trigger from within |
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