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