Answer:
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Its title means book.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
I am free the first time and second time but the third time is going to cost you money.