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Well, I'm standing at the wishing well |
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Gazin' up at a fallin' star |
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Well, I'm standing at the wishin' well |
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Gazing up at a fallin' star |
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Well, I wished I was an angel |
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So I can fly on wherever you are |
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Well, I can just see my pretty little self |
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Floatin' around up there all day long |
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Well I can just see my pretty little self |
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Floatin' around up there all day long |
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Well, I can hear your sweet voice calling |
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Fly on by me, fly on a-home, well, baby |
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I know my flight will get a little rugged |
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But I'll make it in on one wing and a prayer |
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Well, I know my flight will get a little rugged |
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But I'll make it in on one wing and a prayer |
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Well, I can make it through any kind of weather |
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As long as I know you'll be waiting there, well |
