I believe, you say Don't think, we stay Drawn through the ebb Lost in the flow Beneath my breath, I confess My world, loved less The devil held the proof for me to know I could only fight for the longest while But with the truth out baby I belong to you I stoop, to find My place, entwined I took it to the bottom one more time I could only fight for the longest while But with the truth out baby I belong to you I could trip and I want you to know Every time I think that I think I should go I receive strange transmissions
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