Inca Babies – The Interior

Inca Babies – The Interior Lyrics

Artist: Inca Babies
Song: The Interior

Wounded souls lie in my box,
I curse the man who put them there
Drowned and burnt not dead not dead
She scratches the tears from her eyes

Oh, in the interior don’t shout
The tongue is scorched
To the bitter root
Of the Interior

I throw them out
They grow and grow
She has the wounded souls
And, oh

She recalls the bitter root
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Inca Babies Lyrics – The Interior

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Release Year: 2006