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(Jimi Hendrix) |
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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, fairy tales, |
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That's all she ever thinks about. |
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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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Said, "It's all right, take anything you want, |
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Anything you want, anything." |
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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, fairy tales, |
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That's all she ever thinks about. |
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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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Said, "It's all right, take anything you want, |
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Anything you want, anything." |
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Fly on, little wing. |
