You mean so much to me.
You mean more than you will ever know.
The bed of nails I used to sleep in
Became a bed of roses.
From dawn until dusk
you are on my waking mind.
And when I go to sleep at night
you are in my dreams.
You are my sweet surrender.
You are my everything.
You mean so much to me.
You mean more than you will ever know.
The bed of nails I used to sleep in
became a bed of roses.
From dawn until dusk
you are on my waking mind.
And when I go to sleep at night you are in my dreams.
You are my sweet surrender.
You are my everything.
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Danielle Mosley
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