I keep it under lock and key
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My world is heavy can you hear my plea
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I’m growing tired of this tear-stained eye
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Sometimes I wonder why I even try
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So I keep it under lock and key
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I guess it wasn’t really meant to be...
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Andf I keep it under lock and key
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I keep it behind my front door
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My ears are ringing and my throat is sore
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I’m growing tired of lonely place
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Sometimes I wonder when I’ll see your face
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And I keep it behind my front door
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I guess you never really know for sure
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..And I keep it behind my front door
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I keep it under lock and key
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My heart is heavy and my legs are weak
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I’m growing tired of the lonely life
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I want a child and I want a wife
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Then I’ll open up my front door
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I’ll tell you when I know for sure
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I’ll get down on my one good knee
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And I’ll ask you will you marry me
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Then I’ll throw away this lock and key
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Lock and Key
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| The Clarks |
