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He still held my hand in his thread |
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His head filled with helium |
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Pulled me up so i couldn't walk |
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But look at things from a different angle |
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To hang on to my balloon |
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And to be shown a glimpse of the truth |
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Made my cheek flush and my mouth smile |
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My chest's like a cage full of butterflies |
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It tickled and i laught "such a rare, rare joy" |
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Suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said |
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"I have to move further on, i'll keep on flying |
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Keep on showing the truth from my point of view" |
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I fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue |
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And i lost the sight, lost the moment and my view |
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The only truth that I knew, moments swiftly disappear |
