It's only five miles to heaven
With all the usual stops
I took the right directions

And I'm farther than I was at the start

And you keep telling me the story about some killer bees

Seems I've gone crazy and they're trying to kill everybody and me

So whatever comes will come

And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air


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La la la la la la


Only the craziest of the bees know the branches like you do
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the honey and the glare
This split direction is eventually gonna tear us all apart

You know you're going nowhere
But hey at least you know where you are


So whatever comes will come
And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air


La la la la la la
La la la la la la

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Way up in this sort of air

Way up in this sort of air

So whatever comes will come

And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air


La la la la la la
La la la la la la
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