i could make a list of all the cynical ideas i have now
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they're all attributed to you
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like "love is just another form of cancer"
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but contrary to what you might think
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the list flushes down the drain so easily
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whoa, watch me now
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i could do my dance anyhow
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but i wanted you to see it
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and anyone can see
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what the outcome of this story won't be
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'cause, baby, i'm back
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up in the distance there's a fuzzy figure that might remind you
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turn away, it's too late
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because the one laughing the hardest won't escape your brain
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like a dynamite boy song, ringing true,
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it will grab on tighter every single day
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so keep on sitting on your hands
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but i'm right outside your window now
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'cause, baby, i'm back and you can raise the roof on that
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round and round we go but you'll see
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now who's laughing, now who's laughing
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round and round we go but you'll see
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now who's laughing, now who's laughing now...
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please keep all hands and feet inside the car
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'cause here we go
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round and round we go, round and round we go
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and your vacant stares
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only drive me further from my weak place
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'cause, baby, i'm back and you can raise the roof on that
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I'm Back
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| Cruiserweight |
