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A key turns slow inside the lock
The hinges make a tired knock
I breathe in and let it be
The past has nothing now for me
I opened up my closet door
A winter coat I wore before
Inside the pocket something sits
A folded note, a paper kiss
I fold it back with steady hands
And place it in the silent drawer
I close the door, make a stand
My feet are on the kitchen floor
A key turns slow inside the lock
The hinges make a tired knock
I feel the weight none can see
The past still won't release me
A key turns slow inside the lock
The hinges make a tired knock
I breathe in and let it be
The past has nothing now for me
I fold it back with steady hands
And place it in the silent drawer
I close the door, make a stand
My feet are on the kitchen floor
A key turns slow inside the lock
The hinges make a tired knock
I feel the weight none can see
The past still won't release me
A key turns slow inside the lock
The hinges make a tired knock
I breathe in and let it be
The past has nothing now for me
