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Don’t worry I’ll build you a house in the soft upper spot in my heart There wont be Barbie’s, or neighbors And we wont smoke, so we’ll be too good for crystal ash trays I’ll purchase a porcelain tub so we wont need showers Our clothes will all be tailored, so we wont need belts It’s so warm, why not just be barefoot It suited us just fine as innocent children so you won’t even need to worry about seeing hard steal or hot leather Everythings magic so I wont need to pull ropes or need to drag out a ladder Who needs popcorn, when we have a garden And the sun is so gracious, mud wont follow us inside In the soft spot of my heart, its been vulnerable too but we're still alive
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
PTSD
Don’t worry I’ll build you a house in the soft upper spot in my heart There wont be Barbie’s, or neighbors And we wont smoke, so we’ll be too good for crystal ash trays I’ll purchase a porcelain tub so we wont need showers Our clothes will all be tailored, so we wont need belts It’s so warm, why not just be barefoot It suited us just fine as innocent children so you won’t even need to worry about seeing hard steal or hot leather Everythings magic so I wont need to pull ropes or need to drag out a ladder Who needs popcorn, when we have a garden And the sun is so gracious, mud wont follow us inside In the soft spot of my heart, its been vulnerable too but we're still alive
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
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