The young hope
When they start work
They want to get independence
Away from home
They dream of freedom
In the city of dreams
It may fail them
It may make them cry
Yet they go
The faces of glow
In the glory they seek
The young full of hope
Then they find out
Houses they can't buy
They can admire and talk
The price tags too high
The dreams may cry
Reality takes them on a tour
So they bunk sharing expenses
Waiting for the day to come
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