I want you to open the door
To your heart
To your brain
Because I want to come in
I want to stay here forever
Your heart is my real home
Your brain is where I want to lie
I don’t want any other place
In this entire world
In this whole universe
You give me some special feelings
These feelings are totally pure
These feelings are absolutely pure
I am thankful to you
For all the love
For all the kindness
Please now open the door
Because I want to come in
The house of your heart
This is where my real place is
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