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Hot Air Balloon

Owl City


We wrote a prelude, to our own fairy tale
And bought a parachute, at a church rummage sale
And with a 'mean' sewing machine, and miles of thread
We sowed the day above l.a. in navy and red

We wound a race track, through your moms kitchen chairs
And fought the shadows back, down your dark basement stairs
I lit a match then let it catch, to light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld an old maroon hot air balloon

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

We drank the great lakes, like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches, sprawled out in the shade
So bored to death you held your breath, and I tried not to yawn
You made my frown turn upside down, and now my worries are gone

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

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

Composição: Adam Young · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Ivonne, Traduzida por Bianca, Legendado por Thayná
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