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• Artiste: Amble
• Titre: Treehouse Wings
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Down from yon roof there holds A story 'bout a man that was never told He'd wake up in the mornin' When that big bell rings And he'd climb into his treehouse To collect his wings He'd fly over this town For to call out loud And prey upon the doors Who do no proud He'd wish them all hell Then he'd glide away Put away those wings At the end of day Singing hey I'm living Hey I'm living Well he wakes up on the bus Heading out of town With a picture of his girl His guitar spun round He starts to play a tune That he don't know how And little girls and boys Begin to sing it loud Singing hey I'm living Hey I'm living Well, thirty years go by I got the old wings And the little girls and boys Have become the town Yanno he sees it in the face Of a young man now The same reasons to hate Same reasons so loud Hey I'm living Hey I'm living Hey I'm living Hey I'm living Hey I'm living Hey I'm living...