| I set a friend of mine up on a date
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| And I told him I’d watch his boy for the day
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| And we had a ball playin' games, eatin' dogs
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| Riding rides at the county fair
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| I thought he was just being a kid
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| When we got back to my place
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| And he did what he did
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| On a balloon that he won
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| He wrote mama I had fun
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| I missed you and I wished you were there
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| I wasn’t sure what he had in mind
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| 'Till he jumped up and ran outside and
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| He let it go, he waved goodbye, or was it hello?
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| I don’t know but I died inside
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| I can still see his excitement
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| Him pointing and smilin'
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| When it was gone as it could get
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| He turned and asked me
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| You think it’s in Heaven yet?
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| Well I struggled for something to say
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| I was too choked up and
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| Lackin' the kind of faith he had in his heart
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| Before I could start
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| He walked me back inside
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| He gave me his Crayola pen
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| Said, I bet there’s a message that you’d like to send
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| And no doubt he was right it’s been locked
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| Up inside since Grandpa said goodbye
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| I took that yellow balloon and I wrote
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| 'Til I ran out of room then
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| I let it go and we waved goodbye
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| That seven year old
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| Lord he opened my eyes
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| I can still see his excitement
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| Him pointing and smilin'
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| When it was gone as it could get
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| I turned and asked him
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| You think it’s in Heaven yet? |