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Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

I know what goes on behind those doors you call eyes, because behind those doors you’re not doing me right. Little lies, I can hear your foot steps. I can see it in your walk, when you tip toe in the night. Behind closed doors you can hide, but your eyes are the gate way to your soul, and I see the evil when the devil lies...and I know when you’re telling the truth, I can tell by the way you look into my eyes. Yes, I know what goes on behind those doors you call eyes.
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