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Hidden Door
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Two ruby curtains wrap around her bed
Hides in her sheets like a linen dress
All his suits are grey as the moon
They cross the moat of her iron gate
It all feels so embarrassing
She’s got a maid
That smiles everyday
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Your joyless fun — do you ever think?
Your ship of fools is bound to sink
They like to judge
They find it kinda fun
Some New York ascetics caught their eyes
Their parents cried out
She cut off all his hair
He sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
Some say, "It's all the same to me"
You know I have to agree
They found their hidden door
That's what we're all looking for
All his suits are grey as the moon
The rumour says her dad runs Frito-Lay
Or a couple casinos
He cut off all his hair
She sold her things
They ran away
I don't know where
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dan darrah Toronto, Ontario
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