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| 1. |
| 2:48 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:53 | 
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I’m not a boy
I’m a big fat balloon Flapping in the wind Floating over the treetops On a broken string I’ve never been tied down To anything Because I’m free I suppose I can go Where I want to go I drift carelessly on a summer breeze I bounce above the trees I try to be cheerful But I can feel myself deflating all the time Up in the sky Because I’m a balloon On a broken string I’m not attached to anyone or anything anymore Oh oh oh, shooby doo, tra la la I’m sad and alone But you’d never know it to look at me I look ever so happy up here by myself But I wish sometimes I looked the way I felt Because I’m a balloon On a broken string I don’t belong to anyone or anything anymore Anymore I’m a balloon on a broken string I’m not attached to anyone or anything I’m a balloon on a broken string I don’t belong to anyone or anything And I know I look shiny and bouncy But I’m all empty inside And I worry That if I was to just burst suddenly Then nobody would even notice me I know I look shiny and bouncy But I’m all empty inside And I worry That if I was to just burst suddenly Then nobody would even notice me I know I look shiny and bouncy But I’m all empty inside And I worry That if I was to just burst suddenly Then nobody would even notice me I know I look shiny and bouncy But I’m all empty inside And I won’t even And if I was to just burst suddenly Then nobody would even notice me |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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Something grew out of nothing at all
The way things sometimes do It grew so big that before I knew it It had outgrown me and you I am the boy with two hearts I am the boy with two hearts And there is only so far I can be stretched before I come apart I know I’m not much fun to be with But you love me all the same And some day hopefully I can just go back to being myself again I am the boy with two hearts I am the boy with two hearts And there is only so far I can be stretched before I come apart I am the boy with two hearts I am the boy with two hearts And there is only so far I can be stretched before I come apart |
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| 5. |
| 1:46 |
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to moonn
6pence from papayeverte I sit around in my pyjamas Eating pear drops and stringing up conkers And if I want to feel something I stick pencils up my nose I just want to change the world in whatever little way I can I feel too fat to go to the gym so I sit at home and watch keep fit videos Sometimes I feel like I’m banging my head against a brick wall But I just want to change the world in whatever little way I can Way I can Way I can Way I can There is no point to doing anything at all But I still want to change the world in whatever little way I can |
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| 6. |
| 4:02 |
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| 7. |
| 4:32 |
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| 4:06 |
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I’ve got a little bag of marbles and a catapult Wound around my fingers, and I feel very small But I could make myself big, if I wanted to There is nothing courageous about anything I do I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate As I fumble with my catapult And my hands are trembling as I try to aim But every Goliath has its David And I know kung fu And I’m not afraid of you Cos I might be small But I’m not a coward I’ve got puppy powers That I’m not afraid to use My fists are balled up in the pockets of my anorak And I’ve got a pea shooter hidden behind my back All I need to do is sit and wait to be attacked If I thought that it would make me happy then I would Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender But that isn’t what I want to do I will never live up to my expectations Every Goliath has its David And I know kung fu And I’m not afraid of you Cos I might be small But I’m not a coward I’ve got puppy powers That I’m not afraid to use I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate As I fumble with my catapult And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it But every Goliath has its David And I know kung fu And I’m not afraid of you Cos I might be small But I’m not a coward I’ve got puppy powers That I’m not afraid to use |
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| 9. |
| 3:42 |
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I’ve been up and I’ve been down I’ve always got my head in the clouds Hoping that I could find One of them that’s silver-lined I don’t care, it can rain All it wants on my parade Because when life gives me Lemons I make lemonade Lemons I make lemonade I got a bucket, filled it with raindrops Then I put it in the fridge And now whenever the sun is shining I make rainbows out of it I’ve always been a hopeless romantic Things don’t always go my way But there’s not a lot you can do with lemons Except make them into lemonade Lemonade, lemonade I’ve been up, I’ve been down I’ve always got my head in the clouds Hope that I could find One of them that’s silver-lined I don’t care, it can rain All it wants on my parade Because when life gives me Lemons I make lemonade Lemons I make lemonade I wake up every morning feeling sad And I sleep with the light on Sometimes you go to places in your dreams That are hard to get back from And I don’t know what it is I’m afraid of I just know that I’m afraid But there’s not a lot you can do with lemons Except make them into lemonade Lemonade, lemonade I’ve been up, I’ve been down I’ve always got my head in the clouds Hoping that I could find One of them that’s silver-lined I don’t care, it can rain All it wants on my parade Because when life gives me Lemons I make lemonade Lemons I make lemonade |
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| 10. |
| 3:29 |
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It’s always been in my nature
I am at my happiest Sitting out on the cricket pitch Eating broken lolly sticks And raisins covered in chocolate It’s always been in my nature It is just a bugabear It tags along with me everywhere It pinches me and it pulls my hair And it giggles And flicks my ears as it pokes fun at me It nibbles at my fingernails While I’m asleep I sit on a swing seat in the breeze Watching the leaves fall off the trees And even though it looks sad to me Nature always dies so beautifully It’s always been in my nature It is just the way it is I sink it and it resurfaces It scratches at my bandages And it wriggles over all my calluses and sores It tickles but it doesn’t hurt me anymore The flowers stick out their tongues at me Scrabbling around on my hands and knees As I pick up all the fallen leaves And try to glue them back onto the trees I try to glue them back onto the trees |
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| 11. |
| 3:22 |
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I keep myself to myself
And no one else Knows how it feels to be me and I’m All by myself I got a tick and a twitch For everything The world is made up of boxes that I don’t fit in Sometimes when I look up at the stars I Feels so alone because I know That no one can ever See the world the same way that I do I am afraid of falling in love so I Keep myself to myself I want a cookie and I need a hug but I Keep myself to myself I keep myself to myself And when I’m sad I comfort myself with thinking that No one understands Sometimes I dig through the shells at a low tide I wonder if anything fragile Could ever survive in this world without getting broken I am afraid of things that can hurt so I Keep myself to myself I feel completely alone in the world and I Keep myself to myself to myself And so wherever I go I wear My heart uncomfortably on my sleeve I put my elbows up over my ears and I Keep myself to myself I close my eyes and the world disappears and I Keep myself to myself I’ll never be lonely when I am alone and I Keep myself to myself I live in a little world of my own and I Keep myself to myself to myself I keep myself to myself I keep myself to myself to myself |
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| 12. |
| 3:11 |
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| 13. |
| 3:42 |
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When I was young I was valiant and bold
I fought off dragons and wrestled with trolls I was stupid But I was brave I’m still as stupid as I was before And although I’m not that young anymore I’m still valiant In my own little way Limping off into the sunset With our tails between our legs Remembering how it all started And wondering if this is the way that My fairytale ends I still remember how gallant I felt In a suit of armor that I made myself Out of tin foil And milk bottle tops I guess that I’m just like everyone else I find it difficult to be myself So I pretend To be something I’m not But in the end everything has to Turn back into pumpkins and frogs I wish that it didn’t have to And I’m wondering if this is the way that My fairytale ends Ends Limping off into the sunset With our tails between our legs Muttering quietly to myself And wondering if this is the way that My fairytale ends Ends |
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| 14. |
| 3:34 |
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| 15. |
| 4:44 |
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| 16. |
| 3:50 |
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