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Door Without Number. Lyrics.

Go outside without fear of getting wet.

Let the rain be the deluge to wash it all away.

Look around no one is talking about what you did after midnight.

It's all inside your head. The pain from a wound you take for a scar.

Yet, if you choose to jump do it the way a good movie should end:

Quietly and with a good song as the final track.


Don't be a coward. There isn't space for eavesdropping.

The doors were made to be opened and then closed. Not the other way.


Life is made of choices and to choose is synonymous of taking risks.

There is no way to know what is beyond the unborn child of the past.

You can't cry if your tears are not ready to fall.

But you can scream about the craziness of the world,

All you want,

To someone you take for the father you never knew.

If you have enough money, that's it.

All right, you dropped the knife before the final round.

Some times it's good to leave the crowd disappointed.

No blood for than after all.

Don't be afraid of the Queen of Hearts cutting your head off.

Be afraid of dieing without knowing if you had her heart.

Play the game. Play it hard.

It doesn't matter which card you are; number, royalty, ace or the joker.

To be one or eleven is only up to you.


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