I put my heart in a red balloon
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But I let it go too 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 turns
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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
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Red Balloons
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| Katie Melua |
