Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and a fairy tale
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding the wind
When Im sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
Its alright she says...its alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly on little wing
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