Take a look at my soul
Try to dip it in gold
So they tell us lay low
Turn the key and let's go

And I don't know what I'm thinking
But I believe there's a reason
If every door is left open
Would you show me the way?

Melody with no notes
Memories with no home
DNA with no bones
Artificially grown

And I don't know what they're thinking
But I believe there's a reason
If every door is left open
Would you show me the way?

And I don't know what they're thinking
But I believe there's a reason
If every door is left open
Would you show me the way?

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Writer(s): Alexander Guy Cook