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- Martha Wainwright - Door Lyrics
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- Martha Wainwright Lyrics
- Door
- There's a door
- Handle's cold
- Made of iron & brass
- And this door it used to lead
- Into what is now my past
- If you were to have opened this door
- It would have lead you on to a floor
- Where my mother had played almost 50 years before
- Nuts & bolts galore
- Croquet balls in drawers
- Badminton nets & racquets
- All Frank's undergarments
- Walls get built where once there weren't any there
- Locks get locked & door knobs fall off
- Wood-carved roads, chip-rock rues, so turn the screws
- But the weasel of my heart
- Late at night unlocks the lock
- Walks thru the wall
- Sits down with my mother & plays a game of ball
- Nuts & bolts galore
- Croquet balls in drawers
- Badminton nets & racquets
- All Frank's undergarments
- There's a door
- Handle's cold
- Used to lead me into what is now my past
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