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I own a little room

Where people come to sleep

For their anxious hearts

The room I have to keep

When scenery is dark

Inside the midnight land

I sit at their side

And hold them by the hand

And if their souls are restless

For that I have a pill

They take it in the evening

It makes the demons still

I own a little room

Where people come to rest

And when your time has come

Maybe you’ll be my guest

Maybe you'll be my guest

Maybe you'll be my guest