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Sleep in a room that knows your name Nights in a pile, your house arranged Taped to the wall what's strong at all Goes with you Passion thrown and in and out of there Burned on the wrist, make loving fists For all who fight to sleep I'm here by the wayside, you spinning before my eyes Here, where the kids desire what we desire Here, where I can clam up with the good times calling out the lies Calling out the truth Is I have held you closer than you'd imagine Beaming in my hands I have held you closer than you could imagine Flying from my hands From Letras Mania