| I haven’t met a locked door yet that I couldn’t beat
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| On a chain around my neck I keep my skeleton key
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| Don’t waste your worry on me, I always find what I need
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| Come and go as I please, 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, 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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| Along the way
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| The old men call me by mother’s name
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| She looked just the same, they say
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| The children wave
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| Or hide behind their mother’s skirts afraid
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| Strangers here still seem strange
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| They hear the accent, know I’m from nowhere near
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| But I speak the language and I know the customs here
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| I come from over the horizon, pass through every dozen years
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| Go home, tell of my arrival, the skeleton key’s here
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| I’ve got my
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| My skeleton, my skeleton key
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| I’ve got my, got my, got my
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| My skeleton, my skeleton key, yeah
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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 |