My arms are the doors I always want to have open
But the lock is the anxiety
And the fear that come
From the trust I give to those of you who make it past those doors
Into the heart. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                          
                                        
                                                  My arms are the doors I always want to have open
But the lock is the anxiety
And the fear that come
From the trust I give to those of you who make it past those doors
Into the heart. 
                                      
                                          
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