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
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You Can't Stop Thinking About Me
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| Blues Traveler |
