I've locked the doors and drawn the blinds and now that the lights are off
No one will come looking
Not when I no longer look like a place to be
A/N
Don't make a home between the arms of a traveller..
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I've locked the doors and drawn the blinds and now that the lights are off
No one will come looking
Not when I no longer look like a place to be
A/N
Don't make a home between the arms of a traveller..