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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Turning over Falling down Sliding under Reaching for the ground Trying to breathe as you drown Your world turns upside down You find yourself With a brand new name But the same old face In a cryptic game A strange new place No fortune there, or fame Trapped within Your own space Will you ever feel the same? Amazing grace Wrapped in infinite shame Without a trace Emotions are to blame You start the chase But are you coming up lame? Cut around the base With a fortunate flame But it's the same old face Just part of the game Rewind. . . and look at it again Turning over Falling down Sliding under Reaching for the ground Trying to breathe as you drown Your world turns upside down |