“Unwritten” is the 4th track top top Natasha Bedingfield’s debut studio album the the same name. Released together the album’s 3rd UK solitary in November of 2004 and second US single… check out More 




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I am unwritten, can't read my mindI'm undefinedI'm just beginning, the pen's in my handEnding unplannedStaring in ~ the empty page before youOpen increase the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you cannot findReaching because that something in the distanceSo close girlfriend can virtually taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on her skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you have the right to let that inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life v arms wide openToday is whereby your publication beginsThe rest is quiet unwritten, yeahOh, oh
I rest traditionSometimes mine tries, are exterior the lines, yeahWe've been conditioned to no make mistakesBut i can't live that way, no, ohStaring at the blank page prior to youOpen increase the dirty windowLet the sunlight illuminate the words the you cannot findReaching because that something in the distanceSo close friend can nearly taste itRelease her inhibitionsFeel the rain on her skinNo one else deserve to feel it for youOnly you have the right to let the inNo one else, nobody elseCan speak the words on her lipsDrench yourself in native unspokenLive your life through arms wide openToday is wherein your book beginsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you have the right to let the inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on her lipsDrench you yourself in native unspokenLive your life through arms large openToday is whereby your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten


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Staring at the blank page prior to youOpen increase the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words the you cannot findReaching for something in the distanceSo close girlfriend can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let the inNo one else, nobody elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in native unspokenLive your life with arms large openToday is whereby your publication beginsFeel the rain on her skinNo one else can feel it because that youOnly you deserve to let that inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the indigenous on your lipsDrench yourself in native unspokenLive your life through arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is quiet unwritten