| When all the world is spinning round
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| Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
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| And my feet will not stay on the ground
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| You anchor me back down
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| I am nearly world renowned
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| As a restless soul who always skips town
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| But I look for you to come around
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| And anchor me back down
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| There are those who think that I’m strange
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| They would box me up, and tell me to change
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| But you hold me close and softly say
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| That you wouldn’t have me any other way
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| When people pin me as a clown
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| You behave as though I’m wearing a crown
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| When I’m lost I feel so very found
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| When you anchor me back down
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| There are those who think that I’m strange
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| They would box me up, and tell me to change
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| But you hold me close and softly say
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| That you wouldn’t have me any other way
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| When all the world is spinning round
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| Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
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| And my feet will not stay on the ground
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| You anchor me back down |