I found a book on how to be invisible
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Take a pinch of keyhole
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And fold yourself up
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You cut along a dotted line
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You think inside out
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And you're invisible
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Eye of Braille
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Hem of anorak
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Stem of wallflower
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Hair of doormat
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I found a book on how to be invisible
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On the edge of the labyrinth
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Under a veil you must never lift
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Pages that you must never turn
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In the labyrinth
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You stand in front of a million doors
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And each one holds a million more
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Corridors that lead to the world
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Of the invisible
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Corridors that twist and turn
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Corridors that blister and burn
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Eye of Braille
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Hem of anorak
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Stem of wallflower
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Hair of doormat
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Is that the wind from the desert song?
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Is that the autumn leaf falling?
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Or is that you walking home?
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Is that the wind from the desert song?
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Is that the autumn leaf falling?
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Or is that you walking home?
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Is that a storm in the swimming pool?
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You take a pinch of keyhole
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And fold yourself up
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You cut along a dotted line
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You think inside out
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You jump 'round three times
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You jump into the mirror
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And you're invisible
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How To Be Invisible
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| Kate Bush |
