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It's my turn, it's not your turn |
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It's my turn, get outta my way |
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It's my turn, go on complain |
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I'm comin' through anyway |
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Don't ask me why I'm like this |
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But lately I'm wonderin' if |
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It'll come to pass |
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That the last shall be first and the first shall be last |
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Then the voice says |
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Chrous: |
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Here's the way it oughtta be |
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You then me then you then me |
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Well. I pray one day we'll all agree |
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And take it you then me then you then me |
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Life could go you then me then you then me |
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It's easy, you wait then go |
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It's easy, so make your move |
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It's easy, don't clown around |
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Could've gane six times by now |
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But no sir, you gotta be a pain |
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Or is this your own way of sayin' |
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We should all cool down |
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And be more like the man who was born back in Bethlehem Town? |
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I betcha He'd say... |
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If we could only put you first |
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Maybe this ugly trend could one day be reversed |
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It's your turn, it's not my turn |
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It's you turn- well let's just say |
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We'll trade off- first you then me |
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Then after that, we might agree |
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Let's try it, it could be good |
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and what if one day it should |
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Really come to pass |
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That the last shall go first and the first shall go last |
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Betcha we'd say: |
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Chorus |
