| I’ve always wondered why people rode rollercoasters
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| Why the feeling of throwing up brought about some type of excitement
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| That they didn’t receive on a regular day?
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| When did feeling sick become equivalent to thrill?
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| When did nausea become the new X pill?
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| I’ve always wondered why people rode rollercoasters
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| And I remember, I remember when I did
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| It’s the butterflies, and the fireflies, fighting in my stomach
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| (the light between their wings)
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| Scared to fly
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| I might come down
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| Think I’m ready now
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| Getting back in line
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| It’s the way it jerks your neck
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| The way the body has to reflex
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| The way stomach reacts
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| It’s the thrill concept
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| It’s the twist and the curve
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| It’s the up and the swerve
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| It’s the feeling of your nerves sitting on the front edge of their seats
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| Front row, eyes open
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| Tears coming from thrill of sight
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| Moving as fast as light
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| Laughing for no reason
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| Screaming for everything you shouldn’t have said in that fight
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| Rollercoasters
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| It’s like meeting God with a kite in your left hand
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| String still twisted around your forefinger
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| Right hand still gripping the safety rail
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| There is this moment, where you feel like you’re in an ocean of your butterflies
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| This is the moment when you get free and you let your arms fly
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| It’s the fireflies, and the butterflies, fighting in my stomach
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| (the light between their wings)
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| Scared to fly
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| I might come down
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| Think I’m ready now
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| Getting back in line
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| This is the instant you let go
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| And you let your fingers fly
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| How you’re flying now
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| How does it feel to beat the wind?
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| You’re at the zenith
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| There are nothing but tears, freedom, and fear in your right hand now
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| Time to throw it in the sky now
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| Time to drown in your own thrill
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| Riding a rollercoaster is like losing your breath and finding it in your will
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| You’re jumping on the back of your fears
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| And you’re taking them for a ride
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| You’re seeing yourself when you were five
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| It is surreal
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| It’s the things you grab and hold onto for a while
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| You’re getting ready for the drop
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| Hey, you’re too busy riding your fears to remember you’re afraid of heights
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| It’s the butterflies, and the fireflies, fighting in my stomach
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| (the light between their wings)
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| Scared to fly
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| I might come down
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| Think I’m ready now
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| Getting back in line
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| So why is it so exciting to be so scared?
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| Like feeling your heart roam through your body only to find its place in your
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| hands
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| But you can’t wait to get back in line
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| You gotta get on one more time
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| Can’t wait to tell your friends about the drop, and how it looks from the very
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| top
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| You see, rollercoasters, rollercoasters are for people who have never been in
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| love
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| They want to know how it feels to just fall
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| (fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly, fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly)
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| It’s the butterflies, and the fireflies, fighting in my stomach
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| (the light between their wings)
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| Scared to fly
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| I might come down
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| Think I’m ready now
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| Getting back in line
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| Instrumental
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| (fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly, fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly)
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| End |