Too many things go unsaid cause you think you can't say them right
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Get them out in the open instead of all bottled up inside
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Cause I don't mind if it comes out all emotional
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And I don't mind as long as what you say is real
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I know you're the kind of man who wants to show your best side
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But we can't always be perfect, and that's alright
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Don't over think it, you don't have to perform for me
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You want to know how to touch me, well it's easy
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Oh, it's like playing the piano
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I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
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You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
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Oh oh
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It's like playing the piano
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Your fingers know just where to go
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You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
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I know once something's been spoken aloud it can't be taken back
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But don't be too proud, too proud to risk that
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Between the tension the major and the minor chords
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There's a magic we're waiting for, we're waiting for
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Oh, it's like playing the piano
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I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
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You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
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Oh oh
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It's like playing the piano
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Your fingers know just where to go
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You don't have to be a Mozart, no, if you just play it from the heart
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Yeah yeah
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Oh, the way you're playing that piano
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I got a Mozart of my own
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The way you're running up and down those keys
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Sounds like a symphony to me
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Oh [x5]
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You wanna know how to touch me well it's easy
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Oh, it's like playing the piano
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I don't care if there's a few wrong notes
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You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
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Oh oh
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It's like playing the piano
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Your fingers know just where to go
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You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart
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No Mozart
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| Natasha Bedingfield |
