I was a high-flying plane
A migratory bird
A hot air balloon
Happy as a clown
But then he shot me down
Down, Down, Down
Still happy as a clown
A very stupid clown
I fell in love with the ground
Terra firma was nice
But pure joy has a price
A love swollen heart
I was told would suffice
So small a fee
I seemed to me
I had traded my heart for lies
And watched my fantasy
Unravel before my eyes
That cruel boy
He shot me down
With arrows dipped
In liquid lies of love
But I escaped
Higher, Higher, Higher
And patched myself up
Love is something
Of which I’ve had enough
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