Ha Ha Tonka Word Climbing Lyrics

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Right there beneath the tall oak tree
In the backyard by the old swing
Where the sand box once stood
By the stack of chopped wood
I left my childhood

Now all those memories are climbing
Through these words you speak to me

What of the kids, their differences?
The loss of their father
Is it a disease, their philosophies?
Just take this gun and shoot please

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