| Sticky cups and dirty bibs
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| Next to empty baby cribs
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| Tiny bricks and worry dolls
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| Overall lies on the floor
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| I can still remember them
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| Every kiss under my skin
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| Melodies up in the air
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| Whispering into my ear
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| Hear them singing lullabies
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| Sleepy dust is in my eyes
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| I can still remember that
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| Tender hands holding my head
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| And it goes 1 2 3
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| Playing hide and seek
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| 1 2 3, hands are moving fast
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| 1 2 3, only memories
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| Can you take me back?
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| In my treehouse everything is safe and sound
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| Treehouse don’t you dare to tear it down
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| Somewhere in my head I keep testing
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| Like the world is something new
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| In my treehouse everything is safe and sound
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| Treehouse don’t you dare to tear it down
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| Somewhere in my head I keep running
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| Like a kid through the woods
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| Home is milk and almond biscuit
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| Home is sunday morning breakfast
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| Home is running through my veins
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| Home is when you smile
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| I still hear them telling me
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| All you need is all right here
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| And it goes 1 2 3
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| Playing hide and seek
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| 1 2 3, hands are moving fast
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| 1 2 3, only memories
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| Can you take me back?
|
| In my treehouse everything is safe and sound
|
| Treehouse don’t you dare to tear it down
|
| Somewhere in my head I keep testing
|
| Like the world is something new
|
| In my treehouse everything is safe and sound
|
| Treehouse don’t you dare to tear it down
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| Somewhere in my head I keep running
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| Like a kid through the woods |