I used to be scared of blown balloons:
So free, happy and colourful...
Who knows when they're going to blow up?
That one rock concert I've been to in 2003
Was truly explosive.
Always behind my back,
Always left alive for some reason;
I turn around and see a little German boy
Running through the charred ruins.
Why life always explodes behind my back?
Not even in my face.
Well I'm gonna face _you_ now, it's about time.
Balloons
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