They cannot let it expandThey cannot let it It's pretty in here

He was a great balloon makerThe balloons were never known for speedThere's no way you'll get sweetYou asked me to waste some timeCome out to see the sunYou're all we've gotBut I said I think there's more of them like usAnd he said you might be rightWe'll find them in time somewhereI had a dream He was a great balloon makerThen they outlawed all balloonsHe packed up and put his things awayHe asked me to waste some timeCome out to see the sunYou're all we've gotBut I said I think there's more of them like usAnd he said you might be rightWe'll find them in time somewhereAnd I had a dream Come out to see the sunYou're all we've gotBut I said I think there's more of them like usAnd he said you might be rightWe'll find them in time somewhere

Particle separation roomis made without windowsthey say its because someone might break inand take whatever they choseand making kingfish pies takes much longer nowwithout any windows Particle separation roomis made without tables and chairsthey say its because they dont fit in herewe dont need tables and chairsand making kingfish pies takes much longer nowwithout any tables Particle separation roomis made with lots of big machinerywell sometimes it nears through work much fasterand they turn up the machinesand i just cant hold onand once my hand got caughtand making kingfish pies takes much longer nowwith my only one hand

I guess I'll take careOf my heart and brain and hairWith a soda for the rideSeems to help me all the timeLeaving there from you I want you all the timeYou want me tooYou want me too I guess I'll take careAnd the next time that I'm thereI'll serve breakfast in bedHave to make sure you're well-fed You're a movie starYou're a movie starYou're a movie starYou're a movie star

Some of them were superstitious, sitting with their backs facing the orchard.All of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter.Thousands on the freeze, well I could never join them there.And we dare not bother, but couldn't help but holler "Yeah".There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun.I could wait for Winter. Better if it never comes. Some of them were superstitious, watching them parade around the townsquare.Some of them were praising while they're cold and simply 'cause they don't know better.Someone to protect them, someone to keep track of them.No I don't believe them. I would rather holler "Yeah".There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun.Now you say you're leaving, but leaving will just bring you down. Can you operate machines like that?Miles a day on tough terrain and grass. I'm not sure if we will meet again.I guess it depends on which company you're in. Oh wait. You're gone, you're gone.So soon, so soon, so long.But life, it hurts for someone.And you're someone. So soon, so soon, so long.And when you're gone, you're gone.But life, it hurts for someone.And you're someone. And you're someone. And you're someone...

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Oh it must be over theresee in the tall weedwith his head leaned by an anthillby some water with a trumpetlightly sleeps the jungler but I'm not too surethat we'd go out like thatso when we're older maybe soonerwe'll take the fumes from factories to love us half important not importantnot unless you go for gustomaybe we could overtake himwith a trumpetlightly sleeps the junglerwakes up and there goes with the goldbut not all the goldsafely waits in this placeand when it's clear I'll get our goldI'll get our gold. when we're olderwe will thank the junglerfor all the gold that comesout our pockets

He tried to escape once in a balloonHe tried to escape once in a balloonOn the foggiest day, he decided not to stayThe ground below held his life not long agoAnd through the fog, the ground, it disappeared He felt he had made it and starts to come downA crowd of people that followed were cheering loudBut then something went wrong and he couldn't get back in the airAnd when he landed just inside the gatesThe monocle men carried him away

And he sings when he mopsSeems to help him a lotWhere there's uneven stairsMr. Landlord is there Well, he mops all dayCan't get away too longAnd when he's throughThere's windows too Then Nellie comes to see himWith a straight face, she comes to see himAnd taking her favorite pen from her pocketShe writes it down, the things that she's found And he always, sometimes gets a little nervous'Cause he'd like for her to stay for a day Would you care for a drink"This is business", says sheTell me where are the ventsFor these apartments So they go upstairsTo inspect airThe air is goodIt's really good up there She's glad that he cares so muchAbout the safety of electrical outletsAnd taking her favorite pen from her pocketShe writes it down, the things that she's found And she always sometimes gets a little nervous'Cause she'd like to stay with him for a day

One gigantic heartJust refused to startAnd now that the world's behind meI'll lay here quite joyfully We went for a walkTo enjoy the dayDistracted by a bluebirdWe looked the other way Well both of themStruck both of usUpside the headIt made us deadAnd no one knew where we were Face up in a fieldFlowers at our heelsQuickly comfort finds usAnd takes us away from here Well both of themStruck both of usUpside the headIt made us deadAnd no one knew where we were