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Life is like a ferris wheel |
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It keeps on turning without feel |
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As it spins round and round |
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It picks you up and lets you down |
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Up and down and back again |
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The world seems to be in a spin |
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Will this crazy cycle ever end? |
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And when it does-- what then? |
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The sun goes down and comes up again |
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I can't remember where I've been |
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The Ferris wheel goes round and round |
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I wonder if I'll hit the ground |
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I almost do-- I almost do, |
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But then somehow I've made it through! |
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The wheel climbs on-- I'm up on top again |
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Where is my life leading to? |
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Whatever am I coming to? |
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Sometimes fast-- sometimes slow |
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It makes a circle as it goes |
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As I face the ground below, |
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I fear the wheel may lose control |
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I know that I've been here before-- |
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I do no know much more |
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Then the wheel begins to rise |
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And I can almost touch the sky |
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It feels so good it makes me glad |
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And now my life doesn't feel so bad |
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The good and bad times come and go, |
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As round and round the wheel must go |
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And you and I -- ride this wheel of life. |