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The air was cold outside as I walked right past the door.
I left my keys inside, now I'm not coming back.
The house was painted red, except the window frames.
I light a cigarette, it's the last one today...
Tell me: if I am good enough.
Tell me: if I have what it takes.
Tell me: if I dream will I still be here with you in my skin?
I think there's something wrong with these chains, I can't let go.
I think there's something wrong with my hands, I can't let go...
