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Deep Forest
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Freedom Cry - Live
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master Early morning I look up at the sky Fine pocket knife, the rough-bread is being cut Little calf's trouble has also been cut here Early morning I look at the sky My little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master Early morning I look at the sky There is a bird, who will carry away My little angel
I am buried in it alive, alive I am turning yellow, heavily 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Mommy (meaning 'wife'), I will write when I am free
my little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel
Early morning I look upward at the sky So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain There is a bird, who will carry away Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
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