the hardest thing about growing up is this cold we hold on tight but dear don’t you go now you’ll know now how to fold we hold on tight
the hardest thing about growing up is this cold we hold on tight no words are sacred tied up on strings of gold we hold on tight they were old but they were smart and they knew more, more than a solo riding mind on to the streets
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