| Water, water everywhere and not a place to stand
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| My foundation rests on bedrock
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| But the bedrock rests on shifting sand
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| Once the mighty jungle gave way to the streets
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| Now the city’s a jungle again
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| Every time the cycle completes
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| It’s like nothing ever had changed
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| Tables will turn, tables will turn, tables will turn
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| Tables can turn
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| When will I learn that tables will turn
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| Tables can turn
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| It was always my hope to repay
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| All those favors that you would endow
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| Though I took what I could yesterday
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| Where are the crumbs when I’m so hungry now?
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| And the wind cries «Merry Christmas, Happy 4th of July»
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| When will I see you again?
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| Sometimes it’s not safe to fly 'til
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| Tables have turned
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| This is the law and we didn’t make it
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| But daily we twist it and bend it and brake it
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| And to prove just how little we understand it
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| We act as if it’s just like we planned it
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| We’re in a state of constant revolution
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| 'Cause we got a small problem with our distribution
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| And if the balance of power needs arranging
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| Then the situation’s got to keep changing
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| And if you start messin' 'round with the ratio
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| It’s like tryin' to ride a seesaw solo
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| 'Cause the further you get from the middle
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| You throw the balance off little by little
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| «Class distinctions come naturally»
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| You think that that can justify the inequity
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| And the sky grows black while the cities burn
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| And round and round and round, tables will turn
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| Tables will turn, tables will turn, tables will turn
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| Tables can turn
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| When will we learn? |
| Tables will turn
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| Tables can turn
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| Tables have turned, tables have turned, tables have turned
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| Tables are turned, don’t be concerned when
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| Tables have turned
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| Round and round and round, tables will turn |