Hot Air Balloon taby ukulele według Owl City

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We wrote a prelude, for our own fairy tale 
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And bought a parachute, at a church rummage sale 
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And with a mean sewing machine, and miles of thread 
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We sewed the day above L. A. in navy and red. 
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We roamed a racetrack, through your mom's kitchen chairs 
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And fought the shadows back, down your dark basement stairs. 
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I lit a match and let it catch, to light up the room 
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And you yelled as we beheld, an old maroon hot air balloon.  

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I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon 
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So let's spend the afternoon, in a cold hot air balloon 
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Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the tree tops 
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over town 
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I can't wait to kiss the ground, wherever we touch back down. 


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We drank the great lakes, like cold lemonade 
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And both got stomach aches, sprawled out in the shade. 
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Swore to death you held your breath, and I tried not to yawn. 

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You made my frown turn upside down, and now my worries are 
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gone. 



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I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon 
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So let's spend the afternoon, in a cold hot air balloon 
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Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the tree tops 
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over town 
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I can't wait to kiss the ground, wherever we touch back down.  

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I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon 
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So let's spend the afternoon, in a cold hot air balloon 
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Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the tree tops 
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over town 
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I can't wait to kiss the ground, wherever we touch back down.