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All the doors are closed to man And everything works against his plan Even himself There hasn’t been a race he’s refused to run Even when his feet were numb Even when he was drunk There hasn’t been a song he hasn’t sung Even when the air was stuck in his lungs Even when he scarred his tongue He’s chased after glory Since the day his father shot him out of his ***** Since the day he slipped out of his mother’s groin Life has tossed him around Like gamblers casting lots and tossing coins Still, where there is music, he joins They want him to beg, but he’s too proud He speaks, they say he’s too loud He hasn’t made a sale And the rain is already covering the cloud He goes home to come back the next day And the voices in his head won’t let him get away Like the people who throw insults in his face He slaps a man gets thrown in jail He’s got no money to make bail Spends the night leaning on a nail The night crawls like a tired snail The snores of the smelly inmates And the voices in his head won’t let him sleep In there, he thinks of his one true love who got away She’s married, three kids, another on the way How she loved him, but he pushed her away And now there’s no one to call He sits Staring at and inhaling the blood and human waste Stuck on the wall
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
All The Doors
All the doors are closed to man And everything works against his plan Even himself There hasn’t been a race he’s refused to run Even when his feet were numb Even when he was drunk There hasn’t been a song he hasn’t sung Even when the air was stuck in his lungs Even when he scarred his tongue He’s chased after glory Since the day his father shot him out of his ***** Since the day he slipped out of his mother’s groin Life has tossed him around Like gamblers casting lots and tossing coins Still, where there is music, he joins They want him to beg, but he’s too proud He speaks, they say he’s too loud He hasn’t made a sale And the rain is already covering the cloud He goes home to come back the next day And the voices in his head won’t let him get away Like the people who throw insults in his face He slaps a man gets thrown in jail He’s got no money to make bail Spends the night leaning on a nail The night crawls like a tired snail The snores of the smelly inmates And the voices in his head won’t let him sleep In there, he thinks of his one true love who got away She’s married, three kids, another on the way How she loved him, but he pushed her away And now there’s no one to call He sits Staring at and inhaling the blood and human waste Stuck on the wall
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
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