Tom: A
Introdução:
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Lord she's restless, like cotton candy clouds that sail the day, slow and
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free
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And she possesses a mind that can't resign to stay, for long with me
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Though I've tried and tried to keep her tied
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And satisfied until she really needs me, yes I do
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But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it and she
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leaves me
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She's a butterfly in mid July who just can't wait to try her brand new
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wings, on brand new things
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And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes
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Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall
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And blue horizon I suppose and heaven knows
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She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
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Yes she will, yes she will
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She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows
I know she needs me, about as much as I need someone else, which I don't