We wrote a prelude
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To our own fairy tale
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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
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And miles of thread
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We sewed the day above L.A.
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In navy and red
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We wound a race track
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Through your mom's kitchen chairs
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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, then 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 hot air balloon
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I'll be out of my mind
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And you'll be out of ideas
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Pretty soon
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So let's 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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Lean out and touch the treetops over town
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I can't wait
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Till we kiss the ground
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Wherever we touch back down
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La la la laa laaaa
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La la la la
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La la laa laaaa
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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 made my frown turn upside down
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And now my worries are gone
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I'll be out of my mind
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And you'll be out of ideas
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Pretty soon
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So let's 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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Lean out and touch the treetops over town
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I can't wait
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Till we kiss the ground
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Wherever we touch back down
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I'll be out of my mind
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And you'll be out of ideas
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Pretty soon
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So let's 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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Lean out and touch the treetops over town
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I can't wait
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Till we kiss the ground
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Wherever we touch back down
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Hot air balloon
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| Owl city |
