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Strange Transmissions

Text písně Strange Transmissions

I believe, you say 
Don't think, we 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 
Every time I think that I think I should go 
I receive strange transmissions

					

Diskografie Norah Jones – Norah Jones

New York City (2003)

New York City (2003)

  1. Strange Transmissions
  2. Things You Don't Have To Do
  3. New York City (radio edit)