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Album: Open Your Doors
Little balloon goes flying in the air
Little balloon come on down from there
My skirt is trailing in the dirt below
I follow close, still my breath starts to go
Evergreen trees, raise their voices, one
Branches wide, offering their love
I try to climb, I want to touch the stars
Sap in my hair, I don't make it far
Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand
Try and try, time and time again
I want to hold on, hope I can
Grassy hills, far as I can see
Running fast, through a sea of green
I trip and fall my face meets the ground
Gently weeping, waiting to be found
Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand
Try and try, time and time again
I want to hold on, hope I can
No one is able to steal what is in Your hands
No one is able to steal what is in Your hands
No one is able to steal what is in Your hands
No one is able to steal what is in Your hands
Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand
Try and try, time and time again
Try and try, time and time again
Try and try, time and time again
I want to hold on, hope I can
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