| Waiting for a sign, a touch of your grace
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| To carry me home, under these waves… Im slipping…
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| Crying like a child for the day to begin, to follow your breeze,
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| hunted by your skin
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| Im slipping
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| So please, do me right woman
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| Cause Im hanging by a thread, far from divine
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| Wish I could flourish and speed up the time… Im slipping…
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| Im sliding down…
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| So please, do me right woman
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| Please, do me right woman
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| Do me right woman, enter my space…
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| Fragile and pure… I will follow your pace
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| Just do me right woman… please…
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| Ive taken all your wisdom, but my plate is not filled
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| My spirit is not calm, my soul yet to be thrilled
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| And my heart has not got enough… Im still slipping…
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| So please, do me right woman
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| Please, do me right woman
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| Just do me right now |