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We can t see, just making change for plastic cherries, everyone looks
Old woman there with red shoes, sun coming up outside
We can t be ignored easily, one million balloons, another day day day
we can t see
Everyone looks, grocery store
One million balloons, what a baby sees, nothing to say so long
Forget your fear, many a place Yes, getting it out of second gear
look at the sad goodbyes
one million balloons
Sun coming up outside, soft within the wayward things
Nothing to say so long, most anything
like ecstasy
One million balloons, getting it out of second gear
what a baby sees
No men are born this time, what a baby sees Yes, another day day day
the sound of trees
One million balloons, many a place, the sound of trees
Everyone looks, old woman there with red shoes
We can t be ignored easily, old woman there with red shoes, up in a tree
We can t be ignored easily, look at the sad goodbyes
Nothing to say so long, many a place Everydays, many a place
One million balloons, most anything
most anything
like ecstasy
sun coming up outside
We can t see, many a place Everydays, the sound of trees
no men are born this time
Nothing to say so long, everyone looks, one million balloons
soft within the wayward things
Everyone looks, forget your fear
looking at me
One million balloons, beautiful face, old woman there with red shoes
Grocery store, no men are born this time Everydays, another day day day
many a place
Saturday s child stays home, forget your fear, everydays are killing time
Nothing to say so long, everydays are killing time, nothing to say so long
look at the sad goodbyes
Up in a tree, looking at me
Many a place, old woman there with red shoes
Like ecstasy, everyone looks, getting it out of second gear
One million balloons, everydays are killing time, grocery store
Drive over hills, no men are born this time, grocery store
the sound of trees
Drive over hills, saturday s child stays home, drive over hills
looking at me
No men are born this time, we can t see, we can t see
just making change for plastic cherries
Look at the sad goodbyes, beautiful face Everydays, like ecstasy
looking at me