| Red blinking lights pull me in
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| Standing in line, waiting for a spin
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| Let my feet leave the ground
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| Be a building standing tall
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| Fall in love with the rise and the fall
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| While I’m waiting at the bottom dreaming of the top
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| Sometimes I want on it, sometimes I want off
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| I could stand there watching but I never know how it feels
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| Riding high on a Ferris wheel
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| Just when you think you know how it ends
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| Turns you in circles back to the beginning again
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| Sometimes what you’re afraid of is what’s going to take you there
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| And the view is better when it’s all up in the air
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| While you’re waiting at the bottom dreaming of the top
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| Sometimes you want on it, sometimes you want off
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| I could stand there watching but I never know it feels
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| Riding high on a Ferris wheel
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| As sure as you go up, you will come down
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| And if you let go it always comes back around
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| While you’re waiting at the bottom dreaming of the top
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| Sometimes you want on it, sometimes you want off
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| I could stand there watching but I never know it feels
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| Riding high on a Ferris wheel |
| Riding high on a Ferris wheel
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| Red blinking lights pull me in
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| Standing in line, waiting for a spin |