| If I don’t have to ride your rollercoaster anymore
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| Then I won’t wait in line like all the other poor souls
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| Waiting just to be told that your ride’s oversold
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| And I don’t have to worry about that anymore
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| But still I happen to know
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| That when the lights get low
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| The places that the mind goes
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| If I don’t hear you voice back on the telephone
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| If I don’t read your name on any letter I open
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| Well I still keep on hoping
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| With every door as it opens you’ll be standing on the other side
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| Well experience shows
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| That when the lights get low
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| The places that the mind goes
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| Why guess
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| Why look
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| Why ask
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| When still you do the same
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| Cross out
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| Stars crossing once again
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| Who’s star to blame
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| Yes I happen to know
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| Places that the mind goes
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| If I dissolve by two would you agree with me at all
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| Mark it in your blueprints on the cutting room floor
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| Making changes as you go, they’re almost ready to show
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| I don’t have to worry about you anymore
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| But I happen to know
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| That when the lights get low
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| Yes I happen to know
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| That when the lights get low
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| The places that the mind goes |