Now you're friends with the birds and the blue sky,
See I'm making wings and climbing these mountains so high. 
Thought I would catch you when you're low and coming down, 
And that I find you, I'll stay behind you all the time. 
Thinking you would come down. 
Me, I'm the man of my dreams, I think of sun and the moon beams, 
And every single move of yours in my dreams. 
Wish I could see those spellbinding eyes, 
Doesn't matter even if you give me a thousand lies. 
Thinking you would come with me. 
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