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| Come Away with Me | Not Too Late | Feels Like Home | Goin' Home: A Tribute to Fats Domino |
| Title: | Strange Transmissions | Artist: | Norah Jones | Album: | New York City |
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I believe, you say
Don't think, we stay
Drawn through the ebb
Lost in the flower
Beneath my breath, I confess
My world, loved less
The devil held the proof for me to know
I could only fight for the longest while
But with the truth out baby
I belong to you
I stoop, to find
My place, entwined
I took it to the bottom one more time
I could only fight for the longest while
But with the truth out baby
I belong to you
I could trip and I want you to know
Very time I think that I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions



