16 balloons against the blue
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they're red, they're red like a dream come true
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Sure it was enough to give them to you
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to watch you let them go, let them go
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Empty your hands
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of overheard conversations
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Empty your hands
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static from the big bang
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and dinosaur radio stations
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Empty your hands
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genocides in foreign nations
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Empty your hands and look up
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His eyes are wide and beautiful,
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my own feel dull and old
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They can't recall some buoyancy,
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they've had too much to hold, let them go
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Floating past a daytime moon
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transparent as a shell
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Rubies in a well, sixteen apples on a tree
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we never would have seen
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if his fingers weren't so free
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Our baby learned to run today
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in circles on the grass
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His joyful face it radiates
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These moments go so fast, let them go
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Empty Your Hands
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| The Weepies |
