| 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, oh, oh, oh, 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 world title fights
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| Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
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| Who is the strongest
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| Who is the best
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| Who holds the aces
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| The East
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| Or the West
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| This is the crap our children are learning
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| But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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| The tide is turning
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| Oh, oh, oh, 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
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| To the sight of a billion candles burning
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| Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
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| Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
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| The tide is turning Billy
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| I’m not saying that 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 hand of the war lords
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| Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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| The tide is turning Sylvester
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| The tide is turning
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| «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" |