We load a prelude
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to our own fairytale.
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And bought a parachute
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at a church rummage sale
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And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread
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We sewed the day above la
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in navy and red.
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We round a racetrack
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to your moms kitchen stairs
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And fought the shadows back
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down your dark basement stairs.
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I lit a match and let it catch
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to light up the room.
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And then you yelled as we beheld
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an old maroon.
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Hot air balloon
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I`ll be out of mind
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and you`ll be out of ideas pretty soon.
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So lets spend
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the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon.
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Leave your jacket behind.
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We now can touch the tree tops over town.
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I can`t wait
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to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.
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la la la la la la
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la la la la la la
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We drank the great lakes
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like cold lemonade.
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And both got stomach aches
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sprawled out in the shade.
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So bored to death you held your breath
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and I tried not to yawn.
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You make my frown turn upside down
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and now my worries are gone.
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I`ll be out of mind
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and you`ll be out of ideas pretty soon.
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So lets spend
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the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon.
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Leave your jacket behind
|
we now can touch the tree tops over town.
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I can`t wait
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to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.
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I`ll be out of mind
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and you`ll be out of ideas pretty soon.
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So lets spend
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the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon.
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Leave your jacket behind
|
we now can touch the tree tops over town.
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I can`t wait
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to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down
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Hot Air Balloon (½Ö¿ëÀÚµ¿Â÷ CF »ðÀÔ °î)
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| Owl City |
