| I keep it under lock and key
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| My world is heavy can you hear my plea
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| I’m growing tired of this tear-stained eye
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| Sometimes I wonder why I even try
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| So I keep it under lock and key
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| I guess it wasn’t really meant to be…
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| Andf I keep it under lock and key
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| I keep it behind my front door
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| My ears are ringing and my throat is sore
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| I’m growing tired of lonely place
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| Sometimes I wonder when I’ll see your face
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| And I keep it behind my front door
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| I guess you never really know for sure
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| .And I keep it behind my front door
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| I keep it under lock and key
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| My heart is heavy and my legs are weak
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| I’m growing tired of the lonely life
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| I want a child and I want a wife
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| Then I’ll open up my front door
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| I’ll tell you when I know for sure
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| I’ll get down on my one good knee
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| And I’ll ask you will you marry me
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| Then I’ll throw away this lock and key |