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I believe, you say
Don't think, we'll stay
Drawn through the ebb
Lost in the flow
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
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
I could trip and I want you to know
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
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
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
I could trip and I want you to know
Every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
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- Jazz for Dinner 2 (Brigitte Edition 2003)
- Pre-Dinner Chilled Cocktail Grooves
- Electro Jazz Divas, Volume 2
- Pinacolada, Volume 3
- Destination Lounge: New York City
- Jazz in the City 2
- Jazz Top 100 Allertijden: The Greatest Standards
- The Crying Game
- New York City
- New York City: The Remix Album
- The Chill Album
- New York City / Come Away With Me
- Chance & Circumstance
- The Deluxe Collection
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- Voices of Jazz
- Lounge Anthology: The Cool Session
- Greatest Audiophile Voices, Volume 4
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