The Shelter Of Your Arms by Neil Diamond
In this cold world
No matter where I go
The crowds are all the same
To them I'm just
A pebble in the sand
A face without a name
Nobody gives a hang
For what I say or do
But you
And in The Shelter Of Your Arms
I find peace and comfort and care
For I am wanted there
In this cold world
You struggle to survive
And sometimes you can fall
You'd think someone
Would lend a helping hand
They'd sooner see you crawl
But just when life itself
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