Emilíana Torrini: Gun
Every day I see you looking in
I’ll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin
You’re longing to be loved but you’re alone
And your longing makes you shiver to the bone
Every day I see you looking in
I’ll be the smoothest thing to touch your skin
You’re longing to be loved but you’re alone
And your longing makes you shiver to the bone
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