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揘atasha Bedingfield : Unwritten? |
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I am unwritten can't read my mind. I'm undefined. |
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I'm just beginning. The pen's in my hand. Ending unplanned. |
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Staring at the blank page before you |
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open up the dirty window. |
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Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. |
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Reaching for something in the distance. |
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So close you can almost taste it. |
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Release your inhibitions. |
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Feel the rain on your skin. |
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No one else can feel it for you. |
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Only you can let it in. |
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No one else, no one else |
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Can speak the words on your lips. |
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Drench yourself in words unspoken. |
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Live your life with arms wide open. |
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Today is where your book begins. |
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The rest is still unwritten. |
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Oh. Oh. Oh. |
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I break tradition. Sometimes my tries, are outside the lines. |
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We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way. |
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Staring at the blank page before you |
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open up the dirty window. |
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Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. |
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Reaching for something in the distance. |
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So close you can almost taste it. |
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Release your inhibitions. |
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Feel the rain on your skin. |
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No one else can feel it for you. |
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Only you can let it in. |
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No one else. No one else |
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can speak the words on your lips. |
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Drench yourself in words unspoken. |
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Live your life with arms wide open. |
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Today is where your book begins. |
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Feel the rain on your skin. |
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No one else can feel it for you. |
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Only you can let it in. |
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No one else. No one else |
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Can speak the words on your lips. |
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Drench yourself in words unspoken. |
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Live your life with arms wide open. |
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Today is where your book begins. |
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The rest is still unwritten. |
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Staring at the blank page before you |
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open up the dirty window. |
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Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. |
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Reaching for something in the distance. |
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So close you can almost taste it. |
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Release your inhibitions. |
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Feel the rain on your skin. |
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No one else can feel it for you. |
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Only you can let it in. |
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No one else, no one else |
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can speak the words on your lips. |
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Drench yourself in words unspoken. |
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Live your life with arms wide open. |
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Today is where your book begins. |
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Feel the rain on your skin. |
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No one else can feel it for you. |
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Only you can let it in. |
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No one else, no one else |
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can speak the words on your lips. |
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Drench yourself in words unspoken. |
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Live your life with arms wide open. |
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Today is where your book begins. |
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The rest is still unwritten. |
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The rest is still unwritten. |
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The rest is still unwritten. |
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Oh, yeah, yeah... |
