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I could make a list of all the cynical ideas I have now They're all attributed to you Like "love is just another form of cancer" But contrary to what you might think The list flushes down the drain so easily 1, 2, 3, 4 Whoa, watch me now I could do my dance anyhow But I wanted you to see it And anyone can see What the outcome of this story won't be 'Cause baby, I'm back Up in the distance there's a fuzzy figure that might remind you Turn away, turn away, turn away, it's too late Because the one laughing the hardest won't escape your brain Like a dynamite boy song, ringing true It will grab on tighter every single day Whoa, watch me now I could do my dance anyhow But I wanted you to see it So keep on sitting on your hands But I'm right outside your window now 'Cause baby, I'm back and you can raise the roof on that Round and round we go but you'll see Now who's laughing, now who's laughing Round and round we go but you'll see Now who's laughing, now who's laughing now Please keep all hands and feet inside the car 'Cause here we go Round and round we go, round and round we go Whoa, watch me now I could do my dance anyhow But I wanted you to see it And your vacant stares Only drive me further from my weak place 'Cause baby, I'm back and you can raise the roof on that |