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lunes, 9 de abril de 2012
You're the place.
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top,
I climbed the tree to see the world.
When the gusts came around to blow me down,
I held on as tightly as you held onto me,
I held on as tightly as you held onto me..
Cause I built a home
for you, for me.
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