A B7 D [Pre-Chorus]A B7 D Camilla, I'm at home alone just staring at my phone for you to writeA B7 D I'm laying singled in my bed just stoned out of my head this Friday night [Verse 1]A Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my roomD In a couple days, even though you might think that I'd want toA When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you seeD But it's not reallyContinúa después del anuncio[Pre-Chorus]A B7 D Camilla, I'm at home instead just circling my head don't ask me whyA B7 D I'm really making such a fuss, been feeling rather off so don't come by [Chorus]A D And it always folds in blueE D While I'm leaning into chocolateA D But a vision of it holds me very stillE I don't even think it's real [Verse 2]A Oh, Camilla, you don't understand I haven't left my roomD In a couple days, even though you might think that I want toA When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you seeD But it's not reallyA B7 D E [Chorus]A D And it always folds in blueE D While I'm leaning into chocolateA D But a vision of it holds me very stillE I don't even think it's real
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