1.A Balloon On A Broken String
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I'm not a boy, I'm a big, fat balloon
Flapping in the wind
Floating over the treetops on a broken string
I've never been tied down to anything
Because I'm free I suppose
I can go where I want to go
I drift carelessly on a summer breeze
I bounce above the trees
I try to be cheerful but I can feel myself
Deflating all the time up in the sky
Because I'm a balloon on a broken string
I'm not attached to anyone
Or anything anymore
Oh, oh, oh, schooby-doo, tra, la, la
I'm sad and alone
But you'd never know it to look at me
I look ever so happy up here by myself
But I wish sometimes I looked the way I felt
Because I'm a balloon on a broken string
I'm don't belong to anyone
Or anything anymore, anymore
I'm a balloon on a broken string
I'm not attached to anyone or anything
I'm a balloon on a broken string
I don't belong to anyone or anything
And I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
2.The Boy With Two Hearts
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Johnathan Mark Owens
Something grew out of nothing at all
The way things sometimes do
It grew so big that before I knew it
It had outgrown me and you
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I know I'm not much fun to be with
But you love me all the same
And some day hopefully
I can just go back to being myself again
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
3.The Boy Least Likely To Is A MacHine
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To
It feeds me shortbread biscuits
And it makes my little dreams come true
It thinks for me
And everything I used to do it does for me
It's made of aluminum
And it runs off pencil batteries
I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me
I made a machine
To make my life easier
But it's made it more complicated
Than it ever was before
I programmed it
To simulate the feelings that I used to get
It reads me bedtime stories
And it makes me feel human again
It doesn't have to understand what it's doing
And it does everything a human being can
It stores my thoughts and feelings in its database
I tell it things when I'm feeling sad
Sometimes it's the only real friend that I have
And that's what makes me sad
I made a machine
Called The Boy Least Likely To
It has lots of switches and buttons
But I don't know what they do
I know it can't understand
The intricacies of my heart
But when I cuddle up to it
It comes to life in my arms
I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me
4.The Nature Of The Boy Least Likely To
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
It's always been in my nature
I am at my happiest
Sitting out on the cricket pitch
Eating broken lolly sticks
And raisins covered in chocolate
It's always been in my nature
It is just a bugabear
It tags along with me everywhere
It pinches me and it pulls my hair
And it giggles and flicks my ears
As it pokes fun at me
It nibbles at my fingernails
While I'm asleep
I sit on a swing seat in the breeze
Watching the leaves fall off the trees
And even though it looks sad to me
Nature always dies so beautifully
It's always been in my nature
It is just the way it is
I sink it and it resurfaces
It scratches at my bandages
And it wriggles
Over all my calluses and sores
It tickles
But it doesn't hurt me anymore
The flowers stick out their tongues at me
Scrabbling around on my hands and knees
As I pick up all the fallen leaves
And try to glue them back onto the trees
I try to glue them back onto the trees
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