| My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
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| And I can’t hide the marks, but it’s not a negative thing
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| So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
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| I’m learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow
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| I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
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| I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily
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| I found your finger prints on a glass of wine
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| Do you know your leaving them all over this heart of mine too
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| If I never take this leap of faith I’ll never know
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| So I’m learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow
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| I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
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| I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily
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| Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
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| Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you
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| So be gentle
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| So be gentle
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| So be gentle
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| So be gentle
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| I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
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| I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily
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| I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
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| I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily
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| I bruise easily
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| I bruise easily |