I may not be that open
But in the unknown’s eyes
I’m more than seen, so rotten
And I use my own thorns to disguise
But by your side,
I’m no one but myself
You open me up more than enough
To confide
And by your side
You lift me for a great cab
And I have so much time to rob
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