| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul… you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Whiteness, Blackness
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| Swallows me whole
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| (With in, with in)
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| Dance within, tepid runs through cold
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| Cold go, creole, the roots that you know
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| By those you lie, the wide lies
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| You’re gone
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Sun-soaked skin coats me in gold
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| Bathe in the shade, gotta braid my soul
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| Darkness plays in shadows on my skin
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| It’s safely in me going with him
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you
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| Soak your hands in my tepid soul, you
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| Grabbing pieces then you let me go, you |