Russian Dolls...

 

There will come a point when it stops

And there is no where else to go

Left with the last single doll standing tall

And you made it through each layer of her

Just wait and see

What's the point in the worry

Your journey took you to the train

Where you bought the ticket
And stepped out of the rain

Split door and broken dolls

Afraid I've lost the ability

To see love as free

But it's not my place to decide

I'm just here to take the ride

Distance dissipates

Deliver into the drift of the heart

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