somewhere about lyrics
filled my pockets up
then we filled our arms
carried all we could
over the wooden boat
outside a river and
tree roots turn to forts
all way, all the way home
all way, all the way home
under parachute
making notion harder
not that far away
you looked up at me
all way, all the way home
all way, all the way home
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