Pretty Little Bird
Oh, pretty little bird, what a pretty little mess
Stepping to the wild side in your pretty little dress
They had you, they held you, to every little thing
scorned you, and bound you, to every little sin.
Won't you walk away? Come stand with the sun in your eyes...
you can find it all, just gotta look deep inside.
We'll be playing hide and seek
where the moonlight hides,
through the ocean tides
ooh lala
Oh, pretty little bird, with the dirty little wings
flying through the wasteland with your precious little things
Let go, Let go, won't you go another way
Step into the light, what do you say?
Oh, pretty little birds, roaming true- living free
singing sounds of divinity that mark where we have been
howling songs in the wind that'll show us where to go
waltzing with the trees that teach us how to grow
Oh, pretty little birds, we hold our heads high
and our pretty little wings, that have learned just how to fly
Keep us soaring, soaring, soaring right ahead....
To the clouds that took you out of your head
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