Well shes walking
Trough the clouds
With a circus mind
Thats running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and
fairytales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
Oh, when im sad
She comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
Its alright she said
Its alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything..
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