Well, she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales
That's all she thinks about
Riding with the wind
Lord, 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
It's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything
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