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All the world's |
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a masquerade |
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made up of fools |
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and philosophers |
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Were it to rain |
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on our charade, |
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all washes away, |
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except for our true colors |
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If any people bothered |
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looking for truth, please, |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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from spinning 'round |
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instead we choose to follow |
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footsteps of fools, please |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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from spinning 'round |
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If nothing's new under the sun |
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for me and you |
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Won't somebody please... |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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I WANNA GET OFF |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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WHERE THERE IS LOVE |
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If we forget |
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yesterday, |
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tomorrow |
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It's not too late |
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to start today, |
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Better off safe, |
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than sorry |
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Do unto those as you would |
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do to yourselves, please, |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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from spinning 'round |
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We need more feet to walk |
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in one another's shoes, please |
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STOP THE WORLD |
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from spinning 'round |
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There's nothing new |
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under the sun |
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for me and you, |
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Won't somebody please... |
