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I've always used locks.

I just never had the key.

And no one would break the lock alone,

wouldn't you agree?

But is there someone who can find the key?

Set it free?

I can compare the lock,

the lock to me.

I was a lock;

Secrets are hidden.

I was hard to open.

I'll admit it.

And when he came,

I thought every day:

That lock he chose...

it had my name.

He chose me.
And he was the key.
The key to happiness.
The key to love and being free.
But most of all as you can see,
he was also the key to me.