Expo '86

Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
 We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again
 And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
 The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
 But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
 And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
 I am waiting for something to go wrong
 I am waiting for familiar resolve
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 Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
 The twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
 I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
 And crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself
 But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
 And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
 I am waiting for something to wrong
 I am waiting for familiar resolve
 I am waiting for another repeat
 Another diet fed by crippling defeat
 And I am waiting for that sense of relief
 I am waiting for you to flee the scene
 As if you held in your hand a smoking gun
 And on the floor lay the one you said you loved
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 And it's strange
 They're all basically the same
 So I don't ask names anymore
 Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
 We slide from top to bottom, then we turn and climb again
 And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
 The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
 The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
 The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse