Hideaway Places

29th April 2011

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Little old self, little old soul

This one goes out to my mates, you’ll know who you are

Little old self, little old soul, come and rest with us a while

Flying with broken wings, useless bird of prey

Targeting too high for your mangled wings to carry you to

Little freak, little geek, come rest with us for a while

Open your weary heart and let it all out

Shut down your burned out thoughts

And stay with us for a while

Flying high’s taken you far away from your homeland

Flying low’s made you lose sight of the here and now

Little bird of prey, little dreaming dragon, come and sing with us for a while

We’ll give you thunder, we’ll give you rain

We’ll give you music and intoxicating moments

We’ll give you laughter and sunshine

We’ll make you see all the little things your mind’s shut out

Little Miss Sadness, little teary girl, dry your eyes

We’ll make you find yourself, you’re just lost in-between the lines

We’ll cover your back when life breaks your wings again

We’ll be the bringers of truth and dreams and wonder

Little bird of prey, little old soul, rest your wings

We’ll bring you peace amidst the storm

And Love when all Love is lost

Little freak, little geek, let us welcome you home

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