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Tree House
Some kids from the apartments
Were out playing in a field
When they came across a clubhouse in the sky
But the big kids pulled the ladder up
Once they got inside
And the little kids below began to cry
In the valley city families struggle to survive
Minimum wage becomes their self esteem
And the real estate developer
Took over their hillside
A thousand homes like only in their dreams
One of these days
We might understand
The last will be first in the end
And if we wait too long
For them to come down to the rest of us
There's gonna be a fire in the tree house
Children ought to play together
Someone throw the ladder down
Small children and their mothers
Brave the winter all alone
They pray their sun will shine another day
I know they call it the homeland
But it must not feel like home
Go on and hang your heads, Daddy's far away
One of these days
We might understand
The last will be first in the end
And if we wait too long
For them to come down to the rest of us
There's gonna be a fire in the tree house
Children ought to play together
Someone throw the ladder down
Children ought to play together
Someone throw the ladder down
Must we beat our brothers down?
Must we make our sisters frown?
If we look into their eyes
Surely we will recognize
Our own true flesh and blood
Our own flesh and blood
Our own
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Our own
Our own flesh and blood
Our own true flesh and blood
Surely we will recognize
If we look into their eyes
Must we make our sisters frown?
Must we beat our brothers down?
Someone throw the ladder down
Children ought to play together
Someone throw the ladder down
Children ought to play together
There's gonna be a fire in the tree house
For them to come down to the rest of us
And if we wait too long
The last will be first in the end
We might understand
One of these days
Go on and hang your heads, Daddy's far away
But it must not feel like home
I know they call it the homeland
They pray their sun will shine another day
Brave the winter all alone
Small children and their mothers
Someone throw the ladder down
Children ought to play together
There's gonna be a fire in the tree house
For them to come down to the rest of us
And if we wait too long
The last will be first in the end
We might understand
One of these days
A thousand homes like only in their dreams
Took over their hillside
And the real estate developer
Minimum wage becomes their self esteem
In the valley city families struggle to survive
And the little kids below began to cry
Once they got inside
But the big kids pulled the ladder up
When they came across a clubhouse in the sky
Were out playing in a field
Some kids from the apartments
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