| I’m standing outside on the balcony
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| Balloon man is passing below
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| Making his way to the park by the church
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| He goes where the little ones go
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| Balloon man’s a little bit ragged
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| His glasses are slightly askew
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| One lens is cracked and shoes never match
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| He might have a screw loose or two
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| And you’re so far away
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| On the other side of the world
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| I thought you might like to know
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| That balloon man lives in it too
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| His rig is a marvel of equipoise
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| Leonardo might’ve designed
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| Bamboo for the wide horizontal
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| Pine for the vertical rise
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| He’s wearing in a flag-bearers harness
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| He’s holding the whole thing aloft
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| Balloons all arrayed, he’s a one man parade
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| If he ran he’d surely take off
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| And you’re so far away
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| On the other side of the world
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| I just thought you should know
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| That balloon man lives in it too
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| But it’s cold up here on the balcony
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| And it’s time that I went back inside
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| Balloon man waits for the light at the corner
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| I’ll watch til he goes out of sight
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| But there’s a wind that whips round the corner
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| And he’s having a hell of a time
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| He staggers and it looks like he might just go over
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| But balloon man he puts up a fight
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| And you’re so far away
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| On the other side of the world
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| I just thought you should know
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| That balloon man lives in it too |