| (Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo
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| Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo)
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| Take a good look around
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| Everything’s changing
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| Everyone’s blaming
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| We’re losing our way
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| Is it too late now?
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| What are you thinking?
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| Is this boat sinking?
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| I wish we could stay
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| Well, baby, can’t you see the tide is rising?
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| A hard rain is coming down
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| Everyone I know is spinning wheels
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| And even when the multitudes, they gather
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| I won’t be around
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love and run for the hills
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| (Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo
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| Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo)
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| Who can we trust?
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| Who can we turn to?
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| Yeah, they tell us to make do
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| And they lash with their tongues
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| Well, pull up a chair
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| For those who are able
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| At the rich man’s table
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| While we live off their crumbs
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| Well, baby, can’t you see the tide is rising?
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| A hard rain is coming down
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| And everyone I know is spinning wheels
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| And even when the multitudes, they gather
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| I won’t be around
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love (grab the one I love)
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love and run for the hills
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| (Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo
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| Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo
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| Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo
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| Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo)
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| 40 days and nights
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| It’s gonna be a cold one
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| The fire and brimstone
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| Well, it won’t keep us warm
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| And baby, can’t you see the tide is rising?
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| A hard rain is coming down
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| Everyone I know is spinning wheels
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| And even when the multitudes, they gather
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| I won’t be around
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love
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| I’m gonna grab the one I love and run for the hills
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| (Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo) Run for the hills
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| (Doo, doo doo, doo, doo, doo doo, doo) Ooo |