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