| Your body is here but your eyes are wandering off
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| In the cracks of the ceiling, I’m wondering where you are
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| While I’m getting lost, in the soft light under your skin
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| I’m waiting for you to give up and let me in
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| So what do you need?
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you and it brings you to your knees
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| So give into me
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you but, baby, I would be
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| You can wait another year, another five, another ten, another night
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| You can stay in your books and the old songs up in your mind
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| But I’ll never settle till my lungs cave in on my heart
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| No, the timing’s never right but don’t hesitate to fall in my arms
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| Oh, and what do you need?
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you and it brings you to your knees
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| So give into me
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you but, baby, I would be
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| Willing
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| You’re the only thing who makes me feel as if I’ve had enough
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| You’re the only thing who stands between the waves we could become
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| You’re the only thing
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| You’re the only thing, yeah
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| Oh, I’m willing
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| So what do you need?
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| And what do you need?
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you and it brings you to your knees
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| Oh, and give into me
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| Holy feeling
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| The type your God can’t give you but, baby, I would be willing
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| I would be willing
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| I would be willing
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| Willing willing willing willing…
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| I would be willing |