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The Interior
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Wounded souls lie in my box
I curse the man who put them there
Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
She scratched the tears from her eyes
Own the interior, don't shout
The tongue is scorched to the very roots
The interior
I throw them out into the cold
I throw them out, they grow and grow
She scratched the wounded souls and, oh
She recalls the bitter tongue
Own the interior, don't shout
The tongue is scorched to the very roots
The interior
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Wounded souls lie in my box
I curse the man who put them there
Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
She scratched the tears from her eyes
Own the interior, don't shout
The tongue is scorched to the very roots
The interior
Own the interior, don't shout
The tongue is scorched to the very roots
The interior
Wounded souls lie in my box
I curse the man who put them there
Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
She scratched the tears from her eyes
I throw them out into the cold
I throw them out, they grow and grow
She scratched the wounded souls and, oh
She recalls the bitter tongue
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