Peach Pit – Camilla Im At Home (Guitar)

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Camilla, I'm at home alone just staring at my phone for you to write

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I'm laying singled in my bed just stoned out of my head this Friday night

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Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room

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In a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want to

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When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see

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But it's not really

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Camilla, I'm at home instead just circling my head don't ask me why

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I'm really making such a fuss, been feeling rather off so don't come by

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And it always folds in blue

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While I'm leaning into chocolate

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But a vision of it holds me very still

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  I don't even think it's real

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Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my room

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In a couple days, even though you might think that I want to

A
When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see

D
But it's not really

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And it always folds in blue

          E             D
While I'm leaning into chocolate

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But a vision of it holds me very still

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 I don't even think it's real