It’s okay to be wrong, 
I won’t stay to hold on, 
Won’t say that I’m off,
Or that I’m abandoned. 
Just fighting is all, 
Feeling punishment fall 
Like rain when it’s cold, 
And I guess I’m feeling a bit old,
But nobody gets told 
What to do ’til they’ve got hope.

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