الكلمات الأصلية
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When the golden door slams
For this one last time
It’s almost harder to breathe
Than the last few times
Soon the summer months came
It was hard to fight
I’d say my goodbyes
But I’ll be up all night
When you feel my, can’t see why
Did the paint dry, down courtright
While they call for me
I won’t feel a thing
