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Sep 2016
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
Written by
Joy Amorr  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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