[Instrumental]

I'm going where nobody knows, to a place far away from my worries and my woes,
Escape for a day in the trees, I can play in a house made of sticks on a branch in the shade.
Frisbees, kites galore cover the roof from summers before,
Up high, near the sky, I can laugh, I can dance, if you fall you will die.

This is the treehouse, no girls allowed,
I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.
This is a fort of sorts,
I made it myself from odds and sods.

Camoflagued by twigs and leaves,
My secret den you cannot see.
From up above you look like ants,
While I eat sweets and make commands.

This is the treehouse, no girls allowed,
I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.
This is the treehouse, no girls allowed,
I just hope to hell the wind don't blow me down.




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