 And I watched the Atlantic Ocean rise to meet New York,
And everyone involved got way too scare that life is way too short,
And we all sang songs about things we'd take back,
If given the chance,
And I'd never seen the sky a sadder shade of gray,
And I thought about the words I told you,
And others I forgot to say,
So just tell me that you'll hold my hand,
We'll stand together here in New York sand
'Cause we're all just chasin' red ballons,
As our sky falls to the ground,
And the ocean rises up,
And you refuse to make a sound,
And everybody falls,
And it slices into beats,
Except for you and me,
We've got Promises to keep,
Here on Lucky Street,
So Many faces that I hoped to soon forget,
They're all just pushin' and kickin' and screamin',
In a panicked mournful fit,
They're all fitting for just North of here,
But you're just South and baby I'm so Scared,
'Cause we're all just chasin' red ballons,
As our sky falls to the ground,
And the ocean rises up,
And you refuse to make a sound,
And everybody falls,
And it slices into beats,
Except for you and me,
We've got Promises to keep,
Here on Lucky Street,
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