Grab a helium-filled balloon
It could be blue
So it could hide among the skies
Take a jump and never look down
Let's fly and fly to the moon
If you're tired then let's rest
A tight slumber up in the clouds
But meanwhile I'm in bed
Itchy uniform and pin in my wrist
Sounds a lil silly
But still it was something she said to me
That Seven is a magic number
Now as I'm about to close my eyes
I start wonder
About this Seven the Magic Number
Can I just get one for myself?
Like my sky-blue balloon
I won't mind even if it was
A Second Hand Seven
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