| I put my heart in a red balloon
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| But I let it go to soon
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| Let it go on the boulevard
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| Where wicked winds blow so hard
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| Maybe had I looked up I would have seen that
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| The sky is full of red balloons
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| Red balloons are full of broken hearts
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| Broken hearts are floating by a chance
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms
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| I put my voice in a red balloon
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| For you it sang too many tunes
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| Haunted by those melodies
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| I let it go with the breeze
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| Maybe had I looked up I would have seen that
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| The sky is full of red balloons
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| Red balloons are full of broken hearts
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| Broken hearts are floating by a chance
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms
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| I put my eyes in a red balloon
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| To watch you with the light of the moon
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| But seeing you holding hands
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| With another girl and making plans
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| Well I just had to set you free
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| And finally see, that
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| The sky is full of red balloons
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| Red balloons are full of broken hearts
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| Broken hearts are floating by a chance
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms
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| Will they burst or drift
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| Into arms |