Up all night, just to feel the breeze
An attic room closed for centuries
The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me
A dusty book with tipped-in plates
Brushes dipped in fresh white paint
The turnaround, the change of key
The open door, you gave to me
An open door might lead you
A million miles away
But this heart will stay
Beside you, beside you, beside you

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