You’ve been brought up
In an unfamiliar town
And boy you got used to
Strangers and their frown
They brought you up
By holding you down
By holding you down
It felt so rough
To stand on your own
With no scope for
Somebody to moan
It’s been so rough
To have a room but no home
A room but no home
But you grew up and you swore
To add chapters of ease
May they cover your core
Like the rings of old trees
I will hold yours
And you will hold mine
I’m gonna hold yours
And you’re gonna hold mine
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