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São Paulo, Brazil

_____The Treehouse Song_____ When I woke I took the backdoor to my mind and then I spoke I counted all of the good things you are and that list of charms was longer than my chain of broken hearts and when the day was done I figured I had already lost from the start – from the start I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies I was made to believe that our love would grow old we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts baby we were made of gold so many times we drank fine wine in one swallow and in those late nights we painted our walls brig