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Conan Gray – Door
You're calling a cab from the sheets of my bed
When I opened my eyes, you were halfway to London
I'm calling your phone and you're not picking up
And I still don't know how, when you left me
You just went and closed this door
Wiped the wine that we spilled off the floor
I just need to close this door
Who do I keep it open for?
Only you, my love..