"Balloons on my back, feet dragging the ground, head hanging low, just looking around, what kind of wonderful world is this.
Winds blowing south, cold from way up north, my balloons float along, dragging me forth, heading straight out to sea.
But the seas are so old, they're rough and they puff, great big clouds of cold rain, ice crystals and stuff, I am through, how is it true.
Woke up this morning, checked under the sheets, wanting to see, if they're dirty or neat, my feet, oh oh my feet."
*You gotta sing it...
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I keep changing it and changing it...
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