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Of course the two of us                                                                                 want to get away from here                                                             We were so innocent  Running                                                             Hand in hand To the outskirts of this                                                              Upside – down  town  Where  were  we  going?                                                          To  the  mansion  we  had  built  with  daddy                                                High in the sky of the     towering sycamore tree                                                      But now going back           walking the dirt trail that supposedly                                             brought us to        dreams             Kicking aside pebbles we pushed                                                                with        all our           might       to                                                                 to        escape              from        the                                                                   Monsters                chasing    us                                                                    Seeing                              the                                                                        Wimpy                   vines                                                                            That                      were                                                                               once               chains                                                                               and       shackles                                                                               intertwined                                                                              imprisoning                                                                            all of the trunk                                                                           seemed   unreal                                                                          But  I  had  made                                                                         Peace   with   it   all                                                                    When I saw our shanty hut                                                            Atop the mangled, dwarfed skeleton tree
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
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Of course the two of us                                                                                 want to get away from here                                                             We were so innocent  Running                                                             Hand in hand To the outskirts of this                                                              Upside – down  town  Where  were  we  going?                                                          To  the  mansion  we  had  built  with  daddy                                                High in the sky of the     towering sycamore tree                                                      But now going back           walking the dirt trail that supposedly                                             brought us to        dreams             Kicking aside pebbles we pushed                                                                with        all our           might       to                                                                 to        escape              from        the                                                                   Monsters                chasing    us                                                                    Seeing                              the                                                                        Wimpy                   vines                                                                            That                      were                                                                               once               chains                                                                               and       shackles                                                                               intertwined                                                                              imprisoning                                                                            all of the trunk                                                                           seemed   unreal                                                                          But  I  had  made                                                                         Peace   with   it   all                                                                    When I saw our shanty hut                                                            Atop the mangled, dwarfed skeleton tree
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 8:52 PM UTC
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