| The shifting shapes has come about
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| And no one’s here to say goodnight
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| But isn’t that much better than
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| The limbo we were livin' in?
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| renaissance
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| Played mercury a favored chance
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| Changes always comin' back, it’s
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| Good thing how you darkened us fast
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| And when the words run out
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| The quite sisters laugh
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| And the world is upside down
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| And we’re walkin' on our hands
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| Will we keep on spinnin' round
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| And who knows where we’ll land
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| In the end, in the end?
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| The moon, it moves in cycles
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| And we’re subject to its will, its winds
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| But time to time, we aged along
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| Went back and forth like all of those
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| History is not a highway
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| Straight and narrow always
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| But a roundabout and 'round again
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| We ride around and hope for change
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| And then the state’s drawn out
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| The bikers trust is lost
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| Then the world is upside down
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| And we’re walkin' on our hands
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| Will we keep on spinnin' round
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| And who knows where we’ll land
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| In the end, in the end?
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| This is the end of stagnant days
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| Time to give up our way
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| I stand my ground
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| stand my ground
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| Then the world is upside down
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| And we’re walkin' on our hands
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| Will we keep on spinnin' round
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| And who knows where we’ll land
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| In the end, in the end?
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| In the end, in the end
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| In the end, in the end
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| In the end, in the end
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| In the end, in the end |