| Boarded up, sealed off, with a chair against the door
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| Deadbolt locked for each one that came before
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| And I set that chain forever in its place
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| Swore to myself I’d never make the same mistakes
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| And then you, you came to me
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| And in your hand’s a skeleton key
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| Letting you in was the hardest thing I ever did
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| The raging war between my heart and head
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| The right one don’t always win
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| Letting you in
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| I still thank God for that day
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| When you walked up and knew just what to say
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| To make me come unhinged
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| Letting you in
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| I still don’t know what you saw in me
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| I was beat up, broken down, closed off from everything
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| But still you knocked and waited patiently
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| Until I found the strength to find an opening
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| Letting you in was the hardest thing I ever did
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| The raging war between my heart and head
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| The right one don’t always win
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| Letting you in
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| I still thank God for that day
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| When you walked up and knew just what to say
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| To make me come unhinged
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| Letting you in
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| Then you, you came to me
|
| And in your hand’s a skeleton key
|
| Letting you in was the hardest thing I ever did
|
| The raging war between my heart and head
|
| The right one don’t always win
|
| Letting you in
|
| I still thank God for that day
|
| When you walked up and knew just what to say
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| To make me come unhinged
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| Letting you in |