I used to think the world was flat
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Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
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I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
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Used to look in on the children at night
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In the glow of their Donald Duck light
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And I frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Satellites buzzing through the endless night
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Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
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Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning
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Who is the strongest
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Who is the best
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Who holds the aces
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The East
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Or the West
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This is the crap our children are learning
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And oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Now the satellite's confused
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'Cos on Saturday night
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The airwaves were full of compassion and light
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And his silicon heart warmed
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To the sight of a billion candles burning
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But, I'm not saying that the battle is won
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But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
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Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords
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Oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, the tide is turning
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Oh, the tide is turning
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(Repeated)
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The Tide Is Turning
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| Cyndi Lauper |
