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The key
Something is strangling me but I can breathe
There's hands over my eyes but I can still see
I'm far along in life but not where I want to be
The wool is in my hands but I can't weave
I'm trying but I'm not all I'm able to be
There's a door to pass and I can't find the key
There's hands over my eyes but I can still see
I'm far along in life but not where I want to be
The wool is in my hands but I can't weave
I'm trying but I'm not all I'm able to be
There's a door to pass and I can't find the key
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