| She said, «Your coat isn’t new but it’s gonna be clean
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| Stand up for yourself and say what you mean
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| Look at me when I’m talkin' to you
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| I’m talking to you.»
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| I might work like dog, I might swear like a sailor
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| I’ve loved her and fought her and sometimes failed her
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| But I always come home to the rooms my mother made
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| Don’t be afraid to look behind you
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| And take what’s worth taking
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| Leave what needs leaving behind
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| I’ve washed the newborn and held hands with the dying
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| Howled with the laughing, embraced the grieving
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| There’s so much to gain and so much to lose along the way
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| Yet I was born a woman and proud to be so
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| Glad that I’ve learned what I needed to know
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| But I always come home to the rooms my mother made
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| Don’t be afraid to look behind you
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| And take what’s worth taking
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| Leave what needs leaving behind
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| When I stand up I can stand up strong
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| I can burn like a coal and say what I mean
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| I can cradle my lover’s head like a treasure
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| Whisper something fearlessly tender
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| I always come home
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| I always come home
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| I always come home to the rooms my mother made |