I get in, strap myself down,
Try to enjoy the ride.
The machine starts, and all begins to climb
Now there's nowhere to hide.
We abandon the world below,
Watching as it fades away.
My stomach churns as I look down there,
Wishing I had enough sense to stay.
Now it's too late; here we go!
I hang on as we all sway to and fro
Up and down, side to side,
Corkscrews driving me mad as we fly.
Oh, God! I feel like I'm going to die...
I want to do it again.
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