Little boy
Little boy is forced to think that hell is a place called home
Little boy I'm going to take you anywhere you like: Paris, LA, New York, London, Rome
Little boy I will take you to the most beautiful places in the world
We can get your hair braided or sneak out the hotel at night and look up to the sky
But little boy we have to go back one day, that is something that I cannot deny
Little boy, I know it is a lot of pain you been through
But little boy I have an idea, this is what we will do:
You can sleep in my bed and I will sleep on the couch, rest a little... Yeah that is something new
Little boy don't ask why, just know that there is someone who loves you
Little boy forget about the past
Forget about all the pain they've caused
Start right here with your life, do not think about all those things
Realise that it is not so hard to spread your wings
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