in Utah
April 24th, 2004
There's a door that is hidden,
There's a door I can't find.
There's a door I can't reach,
But the door is behind.
It holds all my glory,
It holds all my fame.
It holds my humillity,
It holds all my shame.
There's a door that is hidden,
There's a door I can't find.
There's a door I can't reach,
But the door is in my mind.
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