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After all the windows on the ground floor had been broken |
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After all the undemanding officers had spoken |
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After all the trouble, after all the commotion |
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I walked right through |
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The door was always open |
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When I was seventeen, |
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I set out on the ocean |
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Searching for |
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Columbus or wherever he was going |
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Then twenty thousand miles came down to just a moment |
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I sailed right through |
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The door was always open |
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I climbed the |
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Western Wall without anybody knowing |
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I held the guardsman captive with a pistol |
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I had stolen |
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He just poured a cup of coffee and said, "Son, now here's a notion" |
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The next time you drop by |
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The door is always open |
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So it seems |
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I've spent a lifetime restive and beholden |
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To standing on the threshold absolutely frozen |
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Waiting on some god above to tell me |
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I was chosen |
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Instead I spoke myself |
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The door was always open |
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Instead I spoke myself |
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The door was always open |