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Displacement

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No where to run
No where to hide
I'm stranded... on a forloned aisle

No where to think
Somebody's crowding my space
I'm praying to getwawy

I'm so tired
I have no where to sleep
and I can only hear my heart beat

But there is always a place for me in your heart.





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