quinta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2010

It's alright, she says

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with 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, little wing

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