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| To Open Closed Doors 
 Swimming through black Vaseline
 Is my existence just a dream?
 Can not tell which way is up
 What's below or what's above
 Fighting for a breath of air
 I breath in but it's not there
 So as my world melts away
 
 I pray
 
 That I will be OK someday
 And may I not stay this way
 Then after that I take some more
 Hoping that will open the door
 
 But the door is locked
 From the outside
 
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