Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
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It's separated only by scars
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That cut in and cut out
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Oh and leave me without
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Oh a heart that functions at all.
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And when I look to the shape of the sky,
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I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine;
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That I no longer feel
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The great weight of ordeals
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That can make this life so unkind
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it show.
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it grow.
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Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
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I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.
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Oh the trees were all leafless,
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And lifeless and black,
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And I wondered if the leaves could grow back
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For your heart is like a flower as it grows,
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And its the rain, not just the sun that helps it bloom,
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And you don't know how it feels to be alive,
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Until you know how it feels to die
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it show.
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it grow.
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it show.
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oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it grow.
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Oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it show.
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oh and if there's any love in me,
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Don't let it grow
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Shape Of My Heart
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| Noah And The Whale |
