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Always wondered why I move
Always stopping at the sign
Always wanting to keep on moving
Hoping for the moment to go further
Trying to find the keyhole
To find the way to that sacred den
So jealously kept
The place I belong
The place I should have never come out
Where I want to live
Where the foundations of my tower remain

I left them there when the terrain liquified
The safety line is still stuck
It resisted the gateslam
It pulls me back in
I've got the key
I am the key
But I can't find the keyhole
And the line keeps on pulling in