Well she's walking through the clouds
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With a circus mind that's running round
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Butterflies and zebras
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And moonbeams and fairy tales
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That's all she ever thinks about
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Riding with the wind.
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When I'm sad, she comes to me
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With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
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It's alright she says it's alright
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Take anything you want from me, anything
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Anything.
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Fly on little wing
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
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Little Wing
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| Concrete Blonde |
