| Peeling, I’m revealing
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| Just some bare essentials
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| Only is me
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| Just inside where the touch is enough
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| To know how much you feel me, yeah
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| My hair down
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| Natural skin deep
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| As my touch feels can’t wait
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| 'Cause I have an allergy to my realness
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| Like I’m, oh, so weak
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| Don’t have anywhere to go
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| Nowhere to hide
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| All of me is now
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| I’m a breath of drop
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| And the sea nears me
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| My love goes on and on
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| Try baby, take it all
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| All and all and all
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| How do I get a little bit more track?
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| Peeling, I’m revealing
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| Just some bare essentials
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| Only is me
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| Down there is just a layer of skin
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| Between us
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| Lay my cards on the table
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| Don’t have anywhere to go
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| Nowhere to hide
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| All of me is now
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| I’m a breath of drop
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| And the sea nears me
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| My love goes on and on
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| Try baby, try baby, yeah
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| My love goes on and on
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| My love goes on and on
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| Try baby, take it all
|
| All and all and all
|
| I’m peeling, I’m revealing
|
| Just some bare essentials
|
| Only in me
|
| Just inside where the touch is enough
|
| To know how much you feel me
|
| Don’t have anywhere to go
|
| Nowhere to hide
|
| All of me is now
|
| I’m a breath of drop
|
| And the sea nears me
|
| Don’t have anywhere to go
|
| Nowhere to hide
|
| All of me is now
|
| I’m a breath of drop
|
| And the sea nears me
|
| My love goes on and on
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| Try baby, try baby, yeah
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| My love goes on and on
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| My love goes on and on
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| Try baby, swear you can try, baby
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| Sick
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| Get ready for the resignation
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| Don’t have anywhere to go
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| Blah-blah-blah, with no elevation
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| Nowhere to hide
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| All of me is now
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| Don’t live in no station
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| I’m a breath of drop
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| And the sea nears me
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| Pumping that black gold over the hill
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| My love goes on and on
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| Recycle ammunition, rock in it free will
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| My love goes on and on, my baby
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| We will
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| Here’s one for the resignation
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| My love goes on and on
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| Blah-blah-blah, for the generation
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| My love goes on and on
|
| Don’t live in no station
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| My love goes on and on
|
| Pumping that black gold over the hill
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| Try baby, yeah
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| Recycle ammunition, rock in it free will
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| Who turned the lights off, bring me some shades
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| We will
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| My love goes, my love goes on and on
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| Here’s one for the resignation
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| Blah-blah-blah, for the generation
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| My love goes on and on |