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Another door opens I heard her say
As my mind slams shut once again
Prying the pins off of the old worn out hinges,
Sometimes I can't let myself in
The doors are my band when I want to break through
The other side might hold the key
The key to this troubled and cracked tired heart
With oil I just might set it free
The creaky old house where I lay my head
The threshold is where I begin
I'll carry the weight while I laugh and I smile
This time I know I sure will win
A door with a key to the lock on my heart
It's time to let someone else in
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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