Satisfy My Soul
Bob Marley On Repeat
Satisfy my soul
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I desire
no less
no more
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I'll take you unkempt
unfinished
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As long as you promise
to move forward with
who you're becoming
*
As long as you promise
to show up in the raw
in the entirety of who you are
*
Shed your skin
Let me see the soul within
The soul I've felt shine through
within your presence
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The opacity of your mask never fooled me
I don't care how you decorate it
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Camouflaged
I see you
Be fearless in who you are
*
You are magic
beyond what most can conjure
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Cauterize the wounds
that infected the pure love
cultured in your heart
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Leave behind your worries
They limit your capacity to grow
*
Unfold the feathers of your wings
Fly away with me
I'll soothe your soul
if you let me
*
Satisfy my soul
in all the ways
you know how
There's no one
who does it better
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