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This is the back door to my heart |
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Oh, but don't you tell a soul |
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That I've given you the key |
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To these rooms inside of me |
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Don't you let nobody know |
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This is the color of my pain |
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Dusty blue of midnight rain |
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I might be askin' for too much |
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Hopin' somehow with your touch |
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You could make these colors fade |
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The end of the world might be just around the corner |
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Might be knockin' at my door |
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This could all be gone by mornin' |
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If you'd only step inside me, take a candle to the dark |
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This is the back door to my heart |
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See these lines on my face |
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From too lang standin' in the wind |
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A testament to my mistakes |
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Choices that I've made |
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I won't tell you where I've been |
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The end of the world might be just around the corner |
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Might be knockin' at my door |
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This could all be gone by mornin' |
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If you'd only step inside me, take a candle to the dark |
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This is the back door to my heart |
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This is the back door to my heart |
