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I feel I am knocking, on the door
I feel I’ve been here, but I’m not sure
This blood stained door that I must knock
My fear to enter is just like yours
I just don’t want to be here anymore
I can’t get my mind off the face of a clock
I am too scared to sleep at all this night
Knocking on doors and looking for light
If I feel everyone’s pain, hope I got it right
I may be knocking for a long time tonight
It feels to me like home, but I’m just not sure
Of the blood stained wood, of the dark, dark door
I should have let it all go, so long before
May not have been up to me, but I’m not sure
Just didn’t want to bother anyone anymore
If I feel everyone’s pain it was what I asked for
Feels like I’m home but I’m just not sure
As I knock away at the bloodstained door
I feel I’ve been here, but I’m not sure
This blood stained door that I must knock
My fear to enter is just like yours
I just don’t want to be here anymore
I can’t get my mind off the face of a clock
I am too scared to sleep at all this night
Knocking on doors and looking for light
If I feel everyone’s pain, hope I got it right
I may be knocking for a long time tonight
It feels to me like home, but I’m just not sure
Of the blood stained wood, of the dark, dark door
I should have let it all go, so long before
May not have been up to me, but I’m not sure
Just didn’t want to bother anyone anymore
If I feel everyone’s pain it was what I asked for
Feels like I’m home but I’m just not sure
As I knock away at the bloodstained door
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THE DOOR
THE DOOR
