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Camilla waits in the afternoon |
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In a uniform |
| [00:37.73] |
There's no escape from the tender chin |
| [00:43.70] |
When the curtain's drawn |
| [00:47.54] |
I feel the space and the emptiness |
| [00:53.30] |
Where all life starts |
| [00:57.00] |
My hands caress on the open dress |
| [01:02.84] |
And feel her heart |
| [01:07.54] |
And feel her heart |
| [01:11.22] |
Howl like the wind |
| [01:20.58] |
Howl like a trigger from within |
| [01:30.13] |
The double taste of the sweetest stuff |
| [01:35.76] |
The nicest sin |
| [01:39.33] |
Camilla hates but she calls it love |
| [01:45.10] |
And different things |
| [01:48.70] |
I feel the folds of the tattered lace |
| [01:54.50] |
The game will start |
| [01:58.12] |
We play with clubs and we play with spades |
| [02:03.72] |
But there are no hearts |
| [02:08.63] |
There are no hearts |
| [02:12.33] |
Howl like the wind |
| [02:21.82] |
Howl like a trigger from within |
| [02:31.20] |
|
| [02:50.08] |
Howl like a train |
| [02:59.36] |
Howl like Camilla beat her sin |
| [03:08.82] |
Howl like the wind |
| [03:18.27] |
Howl like a trigger from within |
| [03:27.69] |
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