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MOBIUS TRIP
Zig zag
Criss Cross
Hokey Pokey
Storm tossed
Over the rainbow
Through the mill
Under the radar
Never still
Beside myself
Behind blue eyes
Deep in my heart
Tangled ribbon of lies
Over my dead body
Burning ring of fire
Hither and yon
Higher and higher
Out of the frying pan
Spin me right round
Down the rabbit hole
Deep underground
Up up and away
I believe I can fly
After the gold rush
Give peace a try
Lonely as a cloud
Let the story unfold
Walk five hundred miles
Down the yellow brick road
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