I’m not a boy
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I’m a big fat balloon
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Flapping in the wind
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Floating over the treetops
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On a broken string
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I’ve never been tied down
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To anything
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Because I’m free
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I suppose I can go
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Where I want to go
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I drift carelessly on a summer breeze
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I bounce above the trees
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I try to be cheerful
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But I can feel myself deflating all the time
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Up in the sky
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Because I’m a balloon
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On a broken string
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I’m not attached to anyone or anything anymore
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Oh oh oh, shooby doo, tra la la
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I’m sad and alone
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But you’d never know it to look at me
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I look ever so happy up here by myself
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But I wish sometimes I looked the way I felt
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Because I’m a balloon
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On a broken string
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I don’t belong to anyone or anything anymore
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Anymore
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I’m a balloon on a broken string
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I’m not attached to anyone or anything
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I’m a balloon on a broken string
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I don’t belong to anyone or anything
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And I know I look shiny and bouncy
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But I’m all empty inside
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And I worry
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That if I was to just burst suddenly
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Then nobody would even notice me
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I know I look shiny and bouncy
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But I’m all empty inside
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And I worry
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That if I was to just burst suddenly
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Then nobody would even notice me
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I know I look shiny and bouncy
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But I’m all empty inside
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And I worry
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That if I was to just burst suddenly
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Then nobody would even notice me
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I know I look shiny and bouncy
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But I’m all empty inside
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And I won’t even
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And if I was to just burst suddenly
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Then nobody would even notice me
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A Balloon on a Broken String
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| The Boy Least Likely To |
