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Natasja Bedingfield – Unwritten

Natasja Bedingfield – Unwritten

 

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window (window, window, window)
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it)

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 your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Your lips
It is
It is
On your lips
On your lips

The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten, unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

 

 

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