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I used to think the world was flat |
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Rarely threw my hat into the crowd |
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I felt I had used up my quota of yearning |
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Used to look in on the children at night |
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In the glow of their Donald Duck light |
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And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning |
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But ooh, the tide is turning |
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The tide is turning |
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Satellite buzzing through the endless night |
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Exclusive to moonshots and the world title fights |
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Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning |
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Who is the strongest, who is the best |
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Who holds the aces, the East or the West |
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This is the crap that our children are learning |
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But ooh, the tide is turning |
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(Ooh) |
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The tide is turning |
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The tide is turning |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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Now the satellite's confused |
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'Cause on Saturday night |
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The airwaves were full of compassion and light |
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And his silicon heart warmed to the sight |
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Of a billion candles burning |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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The tide is turning Billy |
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I'm not saying the battle is won |
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But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun |
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Wrested technology's sword from the hands of the warlords |
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Ooh, the tide is turning |
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Ooh, the tide is turning |
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The tide is turning Sylvester |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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(Ooh, the tide is turning) |
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[Morse Code:] "That's it! |
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Now the past is over but you are not alone |
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Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone |
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We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea |
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Of macho bullshit and mediocrity" |
