When I see tree houses,
I think of the one that my friend Brina and I made.
It was a crude house,
But the kids loved it.
My heart was bleeding,
My baby had died.
He would never play in it.
I think of the one that my friend Brina and I made.
It was a crude house,
But the kids loved it.
My heart was bleeding,
My baby had died.
He would never play in it.
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