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• Artiste: Gretchen Peters
• Titre: Camille
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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. (Merci à Alexandra Azincourt-Guillemet pour cettes paroles)