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Yeah, I've been standing in the doorway. Keys cold in my hand.

Got a head full of maybes. Feet stuck in the sand. Every wall knows

my name here. Every clock knows my face. But the road keeps on whispering.

Don't get too safe. I can't carry every reason. I can't keep

every dream. Some doors only open when you leave. I'm leaving some

things to do something. Trading comfort for air to breathe. Dropping pieces of

yesterday. So tomorrow can finally speak. It's not a running,

it's choosing. It's not losing, it's truthing. I'm leaving some things to do