Now she s walking through the clouds With a circus mind That s running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I m sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free It s alright
it s alright she says Take anything you want from me Anything Now she s walking through the clouds With a circus mind That s running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind |
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