Little Wing
Now she's walking trought 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 said 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
Nos she's walking throught the clouds
Whit a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeans and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...
Fly little wing...Yeah,yeah...
[guitar solo]
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