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I don't need flight reservations, stops in train stations
or a ticket that says my name
I'd gladly weaken my pride, ride a horse in July
if it'd get me there the same

I'd take just a few things and ride a butterfly's wings,
She'd sing her butterfly song
If she grew tired, her wingspan expired
Another would come along

I'd ride a tiger's paws, escaping lion claws
through the jungle, I wouldn't let go
After all the commotion, he'd leave me by the ocean
winter waves would carry me low

I'd kindly ask the moon to get me there soon
He'd tell me I need to be strong
To capture my dreams, he'd reach down his beams
and surround me so I could go on

I'd roll inside tires, through computer-mouse wires
and soak up electricity flow
I would stop in the night, ask to borrow starlight
to search for the face that I know

I wouldn't complain, cross a bridge through the pain;
a fear where explanation's due
I'd look over the side of a roller-coaster ride
if it would bring me closer to you.




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