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Текст: Extreme. III Sides To Every Story. Stop The World.

All the world's a masquerade made up of fools
And philosophers
Were it to rain on our charade, washes away
Except for true colors

If any people bothered looking for truth, please
(Stop the world from spinning 'round)
Instead we choose to follow footsteps of fools, please
(Stop the world from spinning 'round)
If nothing's new under the sun for me and you
Oh won't somebody please

Stop the world
Stop the world
I wanna get off
Stop the world
Stop the world
I wanna get off

If we forget yesterday we're bound to repeat
Tomorrow
It's not too late to start today, better off safe
Than sorry

Do unto those as you would do to yourselves, please
(Stop the world from spinning 'round)
We need more feet to walk in one another's shoes, please
(Stop the world from spinning 'round)
There's nothing's new under the sun for me and you
Oh somebody please

Stop the world
Stop the world
I wanna get off
Stop the world
Stop the world
Where there is love
Where there is love

Stop
The world
Stop the world
I wanna get off
Stop the world
(Stop)
Stop the world
(Stop it)
I wanna get off
(You gotta stop it)
(You gotta stop)

Stop the world
(Stop the world)
Stop the world
(Stop the world)
I wanna get off
Stop the world
(World)
Stop the world
(World)
Spinnin'
(Spinnin' 'round)

Stop the world
Stop the world

Whoo ooh
All the world's a masquerade made up of fools