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I left a note each day under your pillow |
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That I wrote in invisible ink |
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All you have to do is breathe on them |
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And you might read them written there in pink |
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You might find out what's inside me |
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Maybe it's something that might amuse |
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As you watch my words appearing |
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The fear will go |
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And everything will flow |
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I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
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I wouldn't blame you |
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
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It's not a game, it's simply fear |
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Stops them being clear |
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'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
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I wouldn't blame you |
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
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It's not a game, it's simply fear |
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Stops them being clear |
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It's not a game, it's simply fear |
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That stops them being clear |
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I'm being optimistic here |
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I'm being optimistic here |
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Love or fear |
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Which do you have for me |
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Love and fear |
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Which do you have for me |
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'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away |
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I wouldn't blame you |
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say |
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It's not a game, it's simply fear |
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Always stops them being clear |
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'Cause I'm hoping |
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Yes I'm hoping, I'm hoping |
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It's not a game |
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It's not a game |
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Looks like a game |
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But it's not a game.. |
