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
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Tables Will Turn
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