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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We're bound to repeat it
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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...
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Stop The World
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