A trailer built by vikings
it can never be
sold
The porch is just
some broken
old
wooden pallets
The walls are green with
mold
Spiders hide under
the cushions
And it's either
too hot or too
cold
But if you are there to
hold
me
I wouldn't wanna be
anywhere else
in the world.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
A trailer built by vikings
it can never be
sold
The porch is just
some broken
old
wooden pallets
The walls are green with
mold
Spiders hide under
the cushions
And it's either
too hot or too
cold
But if you are there to
hold
me
I wouldn't wanna be
anywhere else
in the world.
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