I left a note each day under your pillow
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That I wrote in invisible ink
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All you have to do is breathe on them
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And you might read them written there in pink
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You might find out what's inside me
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Maybe it's something that might amuse
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As you watch my words appearing
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The fear will go
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And everything will flow
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I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away
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I wouldn't blame you
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say
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It's not a game, it's simply fear
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Stops them being clear
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'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away
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I wouldn't blame you
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say
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It's not a game, it's simply fear
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Stops them being clear
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It's not a game, it's simply fear
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That stops them being clear
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I'm being optimistic here
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I'm being optimistic here
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Love or fear
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Which do you have for me
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Love and fear
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Which do you have for me
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'Cause I'm hoping you don't throw my little notes away
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I wouldn't blame you
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After all, there's nothing they appear to say
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It's not a game, it's simply fear
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Always stops them being clear
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'Cause I'm hoping
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Yes I'm hoping, I'm hoping
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It's not a game
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It's not a game
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Looks like a game
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But it's not a game..
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Invisible Ink
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Marillion |