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Closed Door
When you come knocking at my door
I hear the whisper through the moor
Grazing over the bright green grass
And slipping through the wooden cracks
When you come knocking at my door
Silence takes over what’s in store
The music from the box is dead
But your sound is still ringing in my head
When you come knocking at my door
The battles are won in every war
Silver bullets still keep pelting me
Carving a heart for all to see
When you come knocking at my door
It’s far too much to easily ignore
Your words still beating off the frame
are slowly making me go insane
When you come knocking at my door
I realize that it means nothing more
Than a inept feeling of an evil sin
And I’ll never be allowed to let you in
