Our Love Is Distorting
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4:50Scar the fire son Pet the smiling one Woo the sleeping one R the crying one H-hviss my little one R-r my crying one Ligg-ligg my tired one Rura sleeping one Touch a feal, you blind a must Soft the skin of the warmest rust Cause nothing blows in the faraway I go away, go away Past the hills, past the day Touch a feel, you blind a must Soft the skin of the warmest rust Cause nothing blows in the faraway I go away, go away Past the hills, past the day