| The Earth can be any shape you want it
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| Any shape at all
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| Dark and cold or bright and warm
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| Long or thin or small
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| But it’s home and all I ever had
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| And maybe why for me the Earth is flat
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| Friends have often asked me why
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| I’m sensitive about my height
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| I would look around and say
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| Hmm, I thought I was immune
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| All my life I have waited
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| To be given any word
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| It was screaming to be heard
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| Please remember…
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| The Earth can be any shape you want it
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| Any shape at all
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| Dark and cold or bright and warm
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| Long or thin or small
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| But it’s home and all I ever had
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| And maybe why for me the Earth is flat
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| Turn the island to the storm tonight
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| Then when they spill the demon seed
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| Turn and face into the wind
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| All along you still believed
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| Believed you were immune
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| And if love is all you’re missing
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| Look into your heart
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| Is anybody home?
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| Please remember…
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| The Earth can be any shape you want it
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| Any in the world
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| But don’t you point that ray-gun at me
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| I might just explode
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| There are stones buried in your soul
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| And only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll, yeah
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| And in time you’ll come to understand
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| This flat old Earth is in your gentle hands |