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I'm going where nobody knows* |
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To a place far away from my worries and my woes, |
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Escape for a day in the trees, I can play |
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In a house made of sticks, on a branch in the shade. |
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Frisbees, kites galore |
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Cover the roof from summers before, |
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Up high, near the sky, |
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I can laugh, I can dance, if you fall, you will die. |
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This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! |
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I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down. |
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This is a fort of sorts, |
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I made it myself from odds and sods. |
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Camouflaged by twigs and leaves, |
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My secret den you cannot see. |
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From up above you look like ants, |
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While I eat sweets and make commands. |
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This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! |
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I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down. |
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This is my treehouse! No girls allowed! |
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I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down. |
