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Key

I got the key to the highway Packed up and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running 'Cause walking is 'most too slow I'm going back down to the border

In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon

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Take the key and you'll find Lovin' you makes me feel I hold the key in my heart you know it's true When love time is right I shall give it a give it

I don't have to tell you I'll never leave Thought that heaven was close to me But love you hold the key Love you hold the key

Look all around you there's a war that's going on A struggle against the odds that's breaking out and must be one They're getting ready with the weapons

I look at myself, the person in the mirror is asking me Asking me why I lie to myself What's the meaning of this charade of the reason why 'Cause no one

Clear your mind, hide your fear Don't look around, don't turn around pennywise here Hold your feelings, hide your fear Don't look around, don't turn around

It's patience trying when you tell me how to live Well you don't know anything Your expectations are wearing thin You won't even take a look to see another