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Day in day out always
I..solated process
working every night and breathing gases
HElium for air and SHEets of Latex
add the chemicals to slow the oxidation and decomposition of rubbers
roll the edges so lonely
brush to fold lips now
throw it on the belt and out for packing
20 to the bag and for the children
fly high as dreams little ones hold tight don't ever let go
working here for years and saving pennies
aint got much to show but feeling happy
just a lot of air and many colors
guess that's all that's needed
Float high thine lovely balloon float high
Float high thine lovely balloon
Float high thine lovely balloon float high
Float high thine lovely balloon
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It's high low high
Cut the chord let's fly
Up the ladder high up high
Up to here in rubber n helium
Sick to death of vagabonds stealing em
Whens the little guy get a turn at the high life
Machines to blow and sew the vanity
Adding up to this insanity
This one needs a break call the home the wife
It's High low high
Emotions let them fly
Make a man a marter
Make a man a thief
Low high low
Cut the chord, lets go
Up the ladder
High up high
Doesn't matter
Raise it high up high
Smoke and mirrors fuel the mystery
Crank the gears. Blow the factory
Raise one for the little man
Strong Hands slap the back
Show the boss make a statement
Payback for the years' mistreatment
Workers become troopers
Primed on the attack
Full of hot air
Devil may care
Kicking ass and feeling peachy
Full of passion
Don't give a Damn for fashion
Mother Mary come and save me
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Sitting here, in the factory
Feeling, full of gloom
Working hard, assembly line
Making black balloons
It's times like these when a man has to think
And sit right back and pour a lonely drink
Laaaa, la la la la, laaaaaa, la la la la
Laaaa, la la la la, laaaaaa, la la la
Looking back, at this life
With this gun, and this knife
Black balloons, falling down
A broken soul, will drown
Black balloons, shooting down
A broken soul will drown
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Once
The stories always spun
Seemed like everything thrown at the sun
Was never coming down
Aloft in the ether, never to be seen again
But everything fades as the air grows thin
There's a crack where the doubt takes hold
Best of intentions for miles within
Can it be so impossibly cold?
Keeping the sky above the ground
Keeping the surface clean
Searching designs for every flaw
Somehow, escaping the atmosphere
This speed
Pressure of the gas
Where the force meets resistant mass
A universe conspired
Where the drag coefficient
Plots against these hopes, inspired
There's no escape, this velocity
Calling transcendence to bear
Climbing the branch of the sweet gum tree
Just to melt in a solar flare
Keeping the sky above the ground
Keeping the surface clean
Searching designs for every flaw
Somehow, escaping the atmosphere
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Susan - ballons
02:00
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Corky - Balloons
03:39
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Balloons
Assembly lines with machinery
As far as the eye can see
Pouring oil on the parts that move
And making sure it all runs smooth
Mixing and stirring the dye
Creating colors that fly
Balloons that are made today
Will celebrate
Then fly away
One by one, day by day
Gone to play
So far away
Sitting for a while, then standing at the line
Changing colors from time to time
This has to be the best job around
In this lonely town
Shipping out the ability
To carry smiles on a string
Balloons that are made today
Will celebrate
Then fly away
One by one, day by day
Gone to play
So far away
SOLO (Inject your own!)
Can’t let the line run too slow
So many places to go
Balloons that are made today
Will celebrate
Then fly away
One by one, day by day
Gone to play
Balloons that are made today
Will celebrate
Then fly away
One by one, day by day
Gone to play
So far away
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Pressure, all this pressure, all this pressure
Threatening to pop
Higher, floating higher, ever higher
'Til it reaches the top
Dying, feel like dying, feel like crying
Some days it never stops
Blowing across the room
Lives exploded far too soon
Trying to make it to the moon
Then just gone
Waiting, simply waiting, this is grating
On some nerves
Looking for a reason, for a season
To return
Watching as the clock ticks, all the artists
Start to turn
Blowing across the room
Lives exploded far too soon
Trying to make it to the moon
Then just gone
Then just gone
Then just gone
Pressure, all this pressure, all this pressure
Threatening to pop
Blowing across the room
Lives exploded far too soon
Trying to make it to the moon
Then just gone
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