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wanted to bog you down with my own issues, my own stories. Your life isn’t about me, honey, my life is about you.

But I will say that I’m thankful to you for asking these questions and giving me something to do.

I hope this sheds some light on all of it for you, sweetheart. I really do. About your mom and me and the band. Sometimes I’m surprised people still care. I’m surprised they still play us on the radio. Sometimes I listen. The other day, they were playing “Turn It Off” on the classic rock station. I sat in the car in the driveway and listened.

[Laughs] We were pretty good.

Daisy: We were great. We were really great.

One Last

Thing

Before I

Go

November 5, 2012

From: Camila Dunne

To: Julia Dunne Rodriguez, Susana Dunne, Maria Dunne

Date: November 5, 2012 11:41 P.M.

Subject: Your Dad

Hi Girls,

I need your help.

After I’m gone, give your dad some time. And then please tell him to call Daisy Jones. Her number is in my date book in the second drawer of my nightstand.

Tell your father I said at the very least, the two of them owe me a song.

Love,

Mom

Chasing the Night

Trouble starts when I come around

Everything’s painted red when I’m in town

Light me up and watch me burn it down

If you’re anointing a devil, I’ll take my crown

Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire

I’m already high and going higher

Charging faster, ready to ignite

Headed for disaster, chasing the night

You turn wrong when you turn right

White light at first sight

Oh, you’re chasing the night

But it’s a nightmare chasing you

Life’s coming to me in flashes

Wearing my bruises like badges

Don’t know when I learned to play with matches

Must want it all to end in ashes

Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire

I’m already high and going higher

Charging faster, ready to ignite

Headed for disaster, chasing the night

You turn wrong when you turn right

White light at first sight

Oh, you’re chasing the night

But it’s a nightmare chasing you

Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire

I’m already high and going higher

Foot on the gas, add fuel to the fire

Look me in the eye and flick the lighter

Oh, you’re chasing the night

But it’s a nightmare, honey, chasing you

This Could Get Ugly

The ugly you got in you

Well, I got it, too

You act like you ain’t got a clue

But you do

Oh, we could be lovely

If this could get ugly

Write a list of things you’ll regret

I’d be on top smoking a cigarette

Oh, we could be lovely

If this could get ugly

The things you run from, baby, I run to

And I know it scares you through and through

No one knows you like I do

Try to tell me that ain’t true

Oh, we could be lovely

If this could get ugly

C’mon now, honey

Let yourself think about it

Can you really live without it?

Oh, we could be lovely

If this could get ugly

Impossible Woman

Impossible woman

Let her hold you

Let her ease your soul

Sand through fingers

Wild horse, but she’s just a colt

Dancing barefoot in the snow

Cold can’t touch her, high or low

She’s blues dressed up like rock ’n’ roll

Untouchable, she’ll never fold

She’ll have you running

In the wrong direction

Have you coming

For the wrong obsessions

Oh, she’s gunning

For your redemption

Have you headed

Back to confession

Sand through fingers

Wild horse, but she’s just a colt

Dancing barefoot in the snow

Cold can’t touch her, high or low

She’s blues dressed up like rock ’n’ roll

Untouchable, she’ll never fold

Walk away from the impossible

You’ll never touch her

Never ease your soul

You’re one more impossible man

Running from her

Clutching what you stole

Turn It Off

Baby, I keep trying to turn away

I keep trying to see you a different way

Baby, I keep trying

Oh, I keep trying

I gotta give up and turn this around

There’s no way up when you’re this far down

And, baby, I keep trying

Oh, I keep trying

I keep trying to turn this off

But, baby, you keep turning me on

I keep trying to change how I feel

Keep trying to tell myself that this isn’t real

Baby, I keep trying

Oh, I keep trying

Can’t take off when there’s no runway ahead

And I can’t get caught up in this all over again

Baby, I keep trying

Oh, I keep trying

I keep trying to turn it off

But, baby, you keep turning me on

I’m on my knees, my arms wide

I’m finding ways to stay alive

Lord knows I’m pleading, pleading

To keep this heart still beating, beating

I keep trying to turn it off

But, baby, you keep turning me on

Baby, I’m dying

But, baby, I’m trying

I can’t keep selling

What you’re not buying

So I keep trying to turn it off

And, baby, you keep turning me on

I’m on my knees, my arms wide

I’m finding ways to stay alive

Lord