| Right at the start
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| You put this into words
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| How you think we should proceed, yeah
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| You wanted me alone
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| With the pictures that you’ve seen
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| Of where you haven’t been
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| But where you want to go
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| Ask the leaf and ask the bird
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| Not to sing or speak a word
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| We are not fictitious characters
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| We don’t belong to this world
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| The book, the book of your heart
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| One tiny mark, an entry
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| In the book of your heart
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| It’s written on skin
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| To even be in
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| The book of your heart
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| You can change your name, or even who you are
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| That’s the beauty of the scar
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| That is the contract of the heart |