| Touching you slow, as you breathe on my chest
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| Lift up your soul, while I make you confess
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| Whoa, suddenly the sheets are breathing deep
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| And hold tight 'cause I know these seasons cease
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| Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
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| Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
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| Robbing me so hard that you take all my bills
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| Nothing to hold our, leave it all on this bed
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| No one in the world I’d rather be
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| Than right here in this world that we’ve conceived
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| Cause these days
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| I don’t need much, to be content
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| I’ve just enough, when you’re in my hands
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| Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
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| Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
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| Destined, reckon, you
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| Well, you move while invention, something new
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| You know how I turn, pressing into fumes
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| Are we planning future days?
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| And ever if you start to feel differently, you might as well kill me
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| Cause I don’t see a life for me any time with your love aside
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| Cause I don’t need much, to be content
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| I’ve just enough, when you’re in my hands
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| Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
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| Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
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| Destined, reckon, you
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| Well, you move while invention, something new
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| You know how I turn, pressing into fumes
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| Are we planning future days? |