| The kiddie ride just keeps turning round and round
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| At first never failing to amuse
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| We grow tired and dismount
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| Houses made of cards leave no debris when burning to the ground
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| But alas people leave slews of residues
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| Too residual to count
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| And there’s no known preparation for this kind of a thing
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| And it don’t much matter what kind of game you bring
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| You can take excursions around the world
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| From the mountains to the sea
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| You’re coming back to the same dilemma
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| You can’t stop thinking about me
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| When you wake in the morning for a second you’ll wonder if I’m there
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| Issue your final warning by noon
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| Reassert that you don’t care
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| And there’s no known preparation for this kind of a thing
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| And it don’t much matter what kind of game you bring
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| You can take excursions around the world
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| From the mountains to the sea
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| You’re coming back to the same dilemma
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| You can’t stop thinking about me
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| Don’t think I don’t believe you for I know that feeling all too well
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| But sometimes in our best desires come secrets
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| We may never tell
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| And there’s no known preparation for this kind of a thing
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| And it don’t much matter what kind of game you bring
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| You can take excursions around the world
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| From the mountains to the sea
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| You’re coming back to the same dilemma
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| You can’t stop thinking about me
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| Go ahead and try |