the door is not open, nor is it quite closed
i’m outside, i’m waiting, and it’s getting cold…
i remember quite clearly how you said good-bye,
but without you, my precious, i might as well die
but every time the wind is high
i feel you on the other side
let me in!
oh baby, baby, please…
let me in!
i’m begging on my knees…
please, babe, just let me in
and let my dreams come true –
i will make it up to you!
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