Well, she`s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that`s running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,
That`s all she ever thinks about...
Riding the wind
When I`m sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free
It`s alright, she says,
It`s alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything,
Fly on, little wing
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