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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