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The queen of Irish girls with dreams |
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flew across the wooden floor |
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And fluttered her wings her big strong wings |
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and made us guess once more |
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She's not a cloud, not an angel, not a turtledove, |
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a superman, a flying dinosaur, |
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An eagle or a sparrow or a faerie sprite |
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not a zeppelin or a plane in flight |
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She's the queen of little girls that dream |
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and she'll take you by surprise |
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She'll make youu walk down corridors |
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with revolution in your eyes |
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She'll make you wonder if if if, |
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make you tremble at the touch of a fingertip |
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Make you sing the words to a thousend songs |
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'til the words fade away |
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Like a worm that flies/ Like a killer that cries |
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Like a heart that lies/ Like the look in your eyes, |
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in your eyes |
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The queen of little girls that dream |
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Makes you remember the girl |
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That ran down the boulevard |
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for all the money in the world |
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Your cells jumped you fell so high |
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you hung above the pavement like a butterfly |
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You fell so low down to the ground |
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suspended by this love you found |
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Like a worm that flies/ Like a killer that cries |
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Like a heart that lies/ Like the look in your eyes, |
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in your eyes |
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The queen of Irish girls tha dream |
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grows impatient with us now |
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We haven't guessed how she flutters by |
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we haven't dreamed of her somehow |
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So she makes you look in the others eyes |
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withwant of her the child butterfly |
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And thrills you to dream the impossible |
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and when you don't she says goodbye |
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For she rules all that do not dream |
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that see birds and jet engines |
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In places where their hearts should see |
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more improbable things |
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Like a worm that flies/ Like a killer that cries |
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Like a heart that lies/ Like the look in your eyes |
