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I'm sorry that I let you in But you really gotta go You don't a have a place in my home I'm sorry that you cry I wipe my mind You just don't have a place anymore My heart it made of stone It will drown you with your hope My heart it made of bricks and gold
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Forgetting Love
I'm sorry that I let you in But you really gotta go You don't a have a place in my home I'm sorry that you cry I wipe my mind You just don't have a place anymore My heart it made of stone It will drown you with your hope My heart it made of bricks and gold
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Chicago, IL
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
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