The dark cloak of winter's war
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Left a future still unsure
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Sitting in a class
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Of the future's past
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We saw a list of dates
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And we knew we would last
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To see them all.
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1984 was a year to fear
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Hope was dead, a police state here
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Halley's comet was to fly by
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And we would see a shining in the nighht sky
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Now 2001 is soon to come
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And just as soon will have come and gone
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Nothing changes.
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Standing at the crossroads
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Of what is, will be, and was
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The obvious eludes us
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Not because the zeroes line up
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We should change our way of thought
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More if we do not, the way ahead
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Is dangerously fraught
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And if we did the things we all know to be right
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Left would be the childish fears
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Of danger in the night.
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We, each of us are fine
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For we have all heard the word
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But grouped together
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Babel's triumph stampedes
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The thoughtless herd
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Nothing changes.
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Nothing changes
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And nothing stays the same
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And life is still
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A simple game.
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Nothing Changes
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| Moody Blues |
