| I can tell you’ve lived by the marks on your skin
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| These are like the pages of a book
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| The lines beside your eyes let me know that you have smiled
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| A little more than I ever could
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| And I know that you can’t sleep at night
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| For the hollow bumps beneath your eyes
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| Tell me more than stories ever could
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| You are not an etch-a-sketch
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| These marks engraved upon your flesh
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| Are indeed what make me love you
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| And I want to
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| Read you like a book so
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| Let me take a look
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| Inside your little head
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| 'Cause you don’t need to be rewritten
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| If you could only listen
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| I would tell you this
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| You don’t need to be fixed
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| One thing that I know
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| When a heart is always closed
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| No one can get in
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| They just get out
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| So here I am stuck in between
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| Won’t you hold me close and see
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| I will heal you if you show me how
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| And I want to
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| Read you like a book so
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| Let me take a look
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| Inside your little head
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| 'Cause you don’t need to be rewritten
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| If you could only listen
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| I would tell you this
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| You don’t need to be fixed
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| And I wish you would notice
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| I would never let you go, never let you go |
| And I wish I could show you
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| It’s okay to take it slow
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| Read you like a book so
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| Let me take a look
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| Inside your little head
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| 'Cause you don’t need to be
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| Read you like a book so
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| Let me take a look
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| Inside your little head
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| 'Cause you don’t need to be rewritten
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| If you could only listen
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| I would tell you this
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| You don’t need to be fixed |