| The stage director stood up when he called the actors down
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| He asked them all to say three words, up, down and around
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| So up, down and around they cry with one according voice
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| And up and down and around they went, for it was their only choice
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| I can only turn again, to the front again
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| Only to turn again, to the rear
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| Turn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn, again
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| I can listen, but I can’t hear
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| My friends girl, she has a wireless aerial sticking out of her head
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| And a pile of true romances lying underneath the bed
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| And a giant poster of Rabby Nookes just beside the door
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| But I know she’ll get along fine without him if it doesn’t see her anymore
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| I can only turn again, to the front again
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| Only to turn again, to the rear
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| Turn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn, again
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| I can listen, but I can’t hear
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| The strings were cut from the guitar puppet singer on the stage
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| And his music became furious and he stamped his foot in rage
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| The girls all screamed in agony, the boys they gaped in fear
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| And the song was called 'Have Mercy Baby, Have Mercy On My Ear'
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| I can only turn again, to the front again
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| Only to turn again, to the rear
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| Turn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn, again
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| I can listen, but I can’t hear
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| I remember what the old man said on his little wooden stand
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| As he spoke very quietly with a waving of his hand
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| Every pigeon to its own hole, but what he seemed to say
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| I know I should go looking for, a better place to stay
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| I can only turn again, to the front again
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| Only to turn again, to the rear
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| Turn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn, again
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| I can listen, but I can’t hear |