Now shes walking through the clouds With a circus mind Thats running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...
When Im sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me, free Its alright, its alright she says Take anything you want from me Anything
Now shes walking through the clouds With a circus mind Thats running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...
When Im sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free Its alright, its alright she says Take anything you want from me Anything
Fly Little Wing... Yeah, Yeah...
Fly Little Wing... I want her to fly
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