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Through the opening door, I was wondering if the wind was you.

How many times do I have to turn around and walk out the door, and it's a long darkness?

It's not crazy after all these years. It's your sad, sad, sad song.

When you're tied up and dry at night, you can't ***** because you're in me.

After all these years, I've changed my mind to forget all your names.