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Waves of fallen hair down over my eyeslayin' there in the dust of memoryWhat am I coming here to see?Once I was taken and once I was heldin a world of your making, before it fellNights running wild shot from the bottle to the skiesI had a song, I had a bandThe sweetest plan, the softest handsThen I was taken and there I was heldIn a world of our making, before it fellIn a world of our makingThe ashtrays are full and the bacon is friedA place where I'm welcome, every kiss is goodbyeAnd the space in between nothing and something is everythingWhat is shown and what is seenWhere I've lived and where I've beenWhere I was taken and where I was heldIn a world of your making, before it fellIn a world of your making, before it fellIn a world of your making From Letras Mania