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I, I, I am a heart that sits in your pocket and you can hear me at night when its quiet. |
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Quiet. |
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Wouldn't it be sorta strange if we could hear our hearts all beating at once? |
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Some racing, some stopping, some skipping and dropping while we're listening. |
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And the faces wouldn't matter 'cause we'd know it when it pattered. |
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If you could hold, hold, hold your heart in your hand |
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Would no one demand |
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To know how you're feeling |
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'Cause you're showing it already? |
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Take a breath it's getting heavy in here. |
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With your heart on your sleeve there's no secrets you can keep. |
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With your heart on your sleeve, there's no secrets you can keep anymore. |