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The other day a friend of mine said |
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He said, the sun's not really yellow |
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He said, the sun is really red |
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I said, my friend, what do you mean? |
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You read that in some magazine? |
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Next thing you'll say the earth's not green |
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How can I be sure of you? |
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When you know the world's always changing |
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Rearranging, always changing, changing |
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I said, my friend, how do you do |
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And what you're saying isn't true |
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The next thing you'll say the earth is blue |
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He said, my friend, you're in a dream |
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And things are never what they seem |
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Oh, things are never what they seem |
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How can I be sure anymore? |
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When the world's always changing |
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Rearranging, changing |
