.On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
And wandered through my puberty as all do
My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her fearing wall s.
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