| Rollercoasters and ferris wheels
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| You like how it feels
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| Round and round till you lose yourself in the air
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| All those complicated deals
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| Your desperate appeals
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| Calling out to a god you know isn’t there
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| So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees
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| And all you can do is say
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| Please, please, baby please
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| You were conjuring that year
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| A ghost engineer
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| Building gods who could put the clock in reverse
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| Breathing thinner atmosphere
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| So thin you could hear
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| Angels telling you boy, you’re making it worse
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| So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees
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| And all you can do is say
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| Please, please, baby please
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| Please give me height
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| Spirals or spite
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| Falling or flight, the boosters ignite
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| So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees
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| So high
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| And all you can do is say
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| Please, please, baby please
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| Rollercoasters and ferris wheels
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| You like how it feels |