turn the key unlock the door to the room where I won't go no more and the walls are stained the memories fade away
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to the room where the records won't play the songs I'd rather not sing and the chorus rings out the same
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to the room where my broken heart lays and innocent minds still lay awake (I say the things I'd rather no say) and the chorus rings out the same
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its a latchkey world we're living in, I turn the key but you won't let me into your heart where I belong
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Latchkey World
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| Ann Beretta |
