| River’s getting higher
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| No wood for the fire
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| They saw the messiah
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| But I guess I missed him again
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| That brings my score to a hundred and ten
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| The water’s getting closer
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| Better ring up the grocer
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| Stack up the potatoes
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| Oh, Jack are you ever coming back
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| Will your operatic soul turn black?
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| Keep me turning, oh keep me
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| Keep me burning for your sun
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| Keep me turning
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| Don’t you leave me till the very last
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| Keep me turning, I’m hanging on
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| Stop me yearning, I’ve had enough
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| Keep me turning
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| While I hand in my backstage pass
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| Children are smiling
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| Parents are wining
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| Bow tie tying
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| For the big day ahead real soon
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| Is there really gonna be no room?
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| I got a ticket
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| Just gotta get past the picket
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| They say that the trick is to walk in backwards
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| Like you’re walking out
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| I guess the lord’s wearing glasses now
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| Keep me turning, oh keep me on
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| Keep me burning for your sun
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| Keep me turning
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| Don’t you leave me till the very last
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| Keep me turning, I’m hanging on
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| Stop me yearning, I’ve had enough
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| Keep me turning
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| While I hand in my backstage pass
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| Keep me turning, oh keep me on
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| Keep me burning for your sun
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| Keep me turning
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| Don’t you leave me till the very last
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| Keep me turning, I’m hanging on
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| Stop me yearning, I’ve had enough
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| Keep me turning
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| While I hand in my backstage pass
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| Keep me turning
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| Keep me turning
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning |