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Aug 2016
Billions of people
Roaming the earth
Every day, every second
A woman gives birth

So how is it
I ask you, am I here all alone

In a world full of people
No one's calling my phone

In a world full of love
No one's saying my name

Is it them, is it me
Tell me who is to blame

Is it too much to wish
On a star in the sky

That my wish will be granted
Or is it a lie

In a world full of people
I will remain all alone

Not one of those people
Will I have for my own
Michael Murphy
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Michael Murphy  United States
(United States)   
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