Honey molasses, ebony majesty
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Chocolate brown shuga, sweet epiphany
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I waited for your call but you chooz not to call me
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I wonder what happened
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Were you inside a safe space and too I wondered
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Were you thinking about me and if you were
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Why was I feeling so lonely
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By the phone, alone to the bone
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Although the night before you were in my home my body my dome
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In a circle of passion we Paris Italy Japan Africa Rome
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We made music, we trombone
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It was magic the way it happened
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Pure electricity
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I felt so excited and afraid at the same time
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I don 't know whether to sing or to rhyme
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Call me
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Honey molasses, ebony majesty
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Chocolate brown shuga, sweet epiphany
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Honey Molasses
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| Jill Scott |
