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I haven't met a locked door yet |
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that I couldn't beat |
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on a chain around my neck |
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I keep my skeleton key |
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Chorus: |
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don't waste your worry on me |
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I always find what I need |
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come and go as I please |
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I've got my skeleton key |
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don't waste your worry on me |
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I always find what I need |
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come and go as I please |
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I've got my skeleton key |
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by now it's just a simple trick |
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not much to see |
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you hear the tumblers catch and click |
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then turn the key |
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but I've found work and welcome everywhere I've been |
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cause everyone's got someplace they wanna be let in |
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Chorus |
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Along the way |
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the old men call me by my mother's name |
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she looked the same they say |
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the children wave |
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or hide behind their mothers' skirts, afraid |
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strangers here still seem strange |
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they hear the accent |
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know I'm from nowhere near |
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but I speak the language |
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and I know the customs here |
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I come from over the horizon |
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pass through every dozen years |
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go home, tell of my arrival |
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the skeleton key's here |
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Chorus |
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I've got my, my skeleton, my skeleton key |
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I've got my, got my, got my skeleton, my skeleton key |
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Yeah |
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Chorus |
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don't you go waste all your worry on me |
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cause I'll make my way with my skeleton key |
