Come gather 'round people wherever you roam,
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and admit that the waters around you have grown,
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and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
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if your time to you is worth savin'
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then you better start swimmin'
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or you'll sink like a stone
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for the times they are a-changin'
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Come writers and critics who prophecise with your pen
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and keep your eyes wide,
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the chance won't come again,
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and don't speak too soon
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for the wheel's still in spin
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and there's no tellin' who
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that it's namin'
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for the loser now
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will be later to win
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for the times they are a-changin'
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Come senators, congressmen,
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please heed the call
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don't stand in the doorway,
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don't block the hall,
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for he that' gets hurt
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will be he who has stalled,
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there's a battle
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outside and it's ragin'
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it'll soon shake your windows
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and rattle your walls
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for the times they are a-changin'
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Come mothers and fathers
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throughout the land,
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and don't criticize
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what you can't understand
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your sons and your daughters
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are beyond your command,
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your old road is rapidly agin',
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please get out of the new one
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if you can't lend your hand
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for the times they are a-changin'
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The line it is drawn,
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the curse it is cast,
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the slow one now will
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later be fast,
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as the present now
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will later be past
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the order is rapidly fadin'
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and the first one now
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will later be last
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for the times they are a-changin'
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The Times They Are A-Changin'
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| Phil Collins |
